Pictures in the head had been laid
Scans through the night till day it fades
Defined as a clue to the futures glade
Or a goal in ones mighty bade
Conflicts and nightmares that may block
Failures and broken heart within its lock
Defended with courage blazing knock
Hope and faith can turn it back
As what you choose to be its meaning
Prepare to bestow upon its being
To close your eyes and keep dreaming
Or wake up and prepare a goal for living.
J.H
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Flame Of Souls
PoetryThese poems are not written at the same day or at the same time, each one of them is unique. Their creation time does not have a specific gap, all were created at a random interval because I only write when I strongly feel something. Readers, I hope...
