Mornings dawn,
Bringing no new hope,
Dark clouds in the horizon,
Not a ray of sunlight.
World around, I see,
Broken, unloved, unlit,
Collecting star-dust to,
Recreate universe around.
Loving kind and warm,
Smiling people,
Flowering plants,
Hearts no longer broken.
Linking this to the WordPress Daily Post, where the prompt is Recreate.
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Writing to me is therapy, it frightens and comforts at the same time. Liberates like nothing else. A book in my own name is a dream, but a bigger dream would be to write something that haunts the reader even after the last page is turned and the book is shut. I enjoy reading and music, spending time with family whilst battling my social awkwardness.
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Oh yes. We can recreate ourselves through the smiles and support of our loved ones, because they’ve been there through our joys, and we’ve given our smiles to them too. 🙂 Love the thought, and the picture.
Vinay Leo R.’s latest…Let’s Recreate Ourselves
Hope truly springs eternal, doesn’t it? I love the little signs of life around us that remind us of what it’s all about.
Hope. The four letters that keeps us going. Love such signs of hope that makes me smile.
Sheethal’s latest…Not Sad, Just Empty.