What waits next tell something
Apart from worries of earning bread
Struggles have left the scene
Faces smile full of beam
Ample of sunlight fills the room
Windows are tall with floral falls
Winds escape a song through them
Well, that is what has always followed
I've brought such scenes to my home
Even if I had bare wealth to follow
Wet soils sing to the melody of swings
Vibrant hues sway the clouds that bow
Chirpings spread to fill yearning ears
What more to ask when moods mellow?
What looks like fun may turn out sour
Beware your ways you lose the power
Keep a record of doings every hour
Your thoughts scream while I see
Throwing you down from fantasy tower
Grasp one truth that's the whole truth
Kindness though good can harm you
Agony brought will remove you soon
Climb your own stairs made each day
Make them strong by self will and pray
Torments before touching will go away
Tears rolled down these weary eyes
As he blessed and went his way..
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