written by: Bridget Samuel
In somber I sink,
for my duty mind its purpose it seeks,
articulating thoughts rushing to the land of dreams,
in its net, I sink.
Melodious smiles I see,
as my pen paints its emotions in print,
Hope, alas its arms open,
struggling feet drag to grab,
like waves, wavering thoughts come rushing in,
bags of ideas with open arms I anticipate,
to scale through, my earnest desire,
Burning Dreams in flames in my head live.
Beyond the sunset,
achievement I perceive,
for even in my darkest times,
Burning Dreams, in reality, will bloom.
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