Every time my dreams are broken;
I weave one freshly anew;
With colors so bright and glowing,
To the spirit of April I drew,
The Red , the blue, the calm green,
From the colors of ocean and spring,
I collect forget -me -not from meadows,
And put them in rapture shadows,
Each minute gone becomes the past,
To future’s dream I make new start,
To the curves of smile on my face,
I surrender ego and hurting scar’s
No one can break my resilient will,
I don’t loose to walls in way,

I flow in my own strength’s Rill……..




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