Friday, February 19, 2010

Hope

Trickling from a flower
An early morning rain
A spray of light mist
That makes you live again

The last thing you look for
The last place you see
A long night without rest
To a day that can't be

Sifting through the debris
Promising another chance
Forgotten adventures
A lingering romance

Aim without a target
And gather what you make
Hope is all-conquering
It'll never let you break

4 comments:

m.s. said...

refreshing. ssup?

Unknown said...

The Unbearable Lightness of Being Hopeful

vakrachakshu said...

tum acche bacche ho

vakrachakshu said...

Dunia me teen hi ladke hain ?