Holding inside like the claws on something are gravitationally heavy and tiresome. The heavier as it turn, even the buoyancy finds difficult to keep float.
Tuesday, 6 February 2018
Keep Burning
To those dwarf grass beneath the canopy of huge tree, light will show some fine day.
To those bitten and pained heart, smile will touch them one unexpected day.
To those animals left unfed for listless days,they will find through a loaf of bread one good day.
The sunshine, the rain marry rarely, so is the rainbow irregularities.
Be the sun of hope that you never fade, neither shrink but glowing with packages of dreams and hope,
For your day is yet to arrive.
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