Flames of dejection,
smoky clouds of despair.
Misty shroud concealed my confidence
and path out of this way.
My garden of dreams,
my garden of faith
is shaky on its foundations,
but I hope it blooms again.
For I see a light at the end
moving towards me
or is it moving away again?
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Sometimes certain circumstances/events in our lives makes us feel like we are stuck or going down with no way in sight. Just remember that there's light at the end of those tunnels, reach for it and don't let go of your dreams.
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PoetrySome thoughts, some plots, connecting some dots. Circling in my mind, they were bound, so I penned them down. Here they are free, amidst the blue skies and we. 2018 Poetry Collection.
