Friday, June 21, 2013

In the span of 31 winters passed.

In the span of 31 Winters Passed.

In the span of 31 Winters passed,
I have come to know nothing but
a series of good and bad dreams,
of Love, Hate, Sorrow, and Joy.
(though the good things seldom last.)

I have looked deeply into the Eyes
of night, but kept the Sun buried in
my Mind. To somewhat keep my
thinking bright.
(and store treasures in my Heart
to find.)

I pray,..may the beauty of this world
be a thing I always appreciate for its grace.
Even when the majority of life seems dark,
and thick by ugliness stained.
Otherwise let me Die!
(or remain in this dream of You
with a smile upon your Face.)


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