in the hush of night, beneath the starry dome
we dream of a different tomorrow
a world transformed, where hope takes its flight
in the subtle morning glow of the sun,
so bright, further more, resembling a new start
in a different tomorrow, the past burdens left behind
moving along the flow of life,
dreaming of reaching the stars
in a different tomorrow, we'll find our way
where love, compassion and hope lies
we'll paint our own colours on an unknown canvas
in the tapestry of life, a new beginning to borrow
to find the magic of a different tomorrow,
is to keep no room for sorrow in the heart's chamber
but for now,
embrace the dawn's promise and the light's gentle sorrow
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my mind: arcana amidst pandemonium
Poetrya deep dive into the labyrinth of thoughts and emotions that weave through my mind. my thoughts oscillate between the depths of overthinking and the quiet void of nothingness ~
