I was expecting things to change.
The gloomy weather will pass eventually.
As a positive sign, to make way for the sunshine;
Things only went worse.
The weather quickly turned into a storm.
Destroying the dream
that I got for someone I care about;
I realize this isn't the end, and life must continue.
Perhaps, like the cycle of the seasons.
The consumer may change his mind.
And get out of the trance
before it turns life into the trash.
7 comments:
A beautifully written poem, Jeevan.
...dreams can transport you to special places.
This is a wonderful poem ~ well composed and enlightening.
Looking to the moment and finding the good,Xo
A ShutterBug Explores,
aka (A Creative Harbor)
A very thoughtful poem.
You write good poems. Weather is unpredictable.
Yes, a glooming period will always be replaced with sunshine and brighter moments. Glad to know you are a positive being and moving forward. Tomorrow is always a better day.
Lovely
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