Mourning Soul

7. Not Alive, yet

Maybe someday, I'll be able to appreciate,
the wind tickling the green leaves,
and the sun shining down upon them.
The raindrops descending down through the air,
as they embrace the land.
The mountains trying their best to hold their heads high,
the birds leaving their nests in search of food,
as their young ones agonise over cries.
The river effortlessly performing
its mesmerising tango with rocks overthrown,
hopelessly trying to reach the ocean.
People starting their journey,
far away from homes, trying
to patch up their tapestry of lives,
earlier disregarded, now broken.
Someday, I'll too, be a part of them,
having faith in both Hope and Belief,
in making my world a little better for my tired soul to rest.
But right now, I'll keep on merely taking deep breaths.
Looking forward to drink the potion
that Life's been brewing for me since heaven knows when,
and praying for it to work like a witch's magic spell.

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The narrator here longs for a sense of tranquility while hoping to keep going on and wishes for Life to have kept a bright future ahead for them.

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Thus, ending this book here, with a mild hopeful poem.
Hope you guys enjoyed reading my book ^_^
Make sure to be hopeful and have faith on yourself. You can do it!
Yes, you can!

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Thank You to everyone who's been with me since the beginning. No words will be enough to express how grateful and thankful I am to you, my dear amazing readers. This is not a good-bye, hopefully.
I'll continue to read and support other amazing writers here and will one day be back with another poem or maybe a book, but for now, this is it!

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