Blankets of gloom hang all around me …
Red leaves of pain , falling off the tree..
Little tears of regret flowing down a sullen cheek…
The pretty tricklets question …answers hoping to seek..
An innocent smile then enters her little confused head..
Surprisingly she notices its beauty,its charm overlooking her dread ..
Like shining green leaves full of sweet drops of dew..
It awakens a ray of hope , a sunny dream anew …
Its just another stumble …not a great fall…
It’s a tiny prison of anger , though it may seem tall…
It’s a puddle of hatred it,ain’t a mighty sea ..
Its an imprisoned sparrow waiting to be free ..
Opening the gates of her little heart, let the river of love flow ,
Another reverie building up inside , seeds of another tree she begins to sow …
Its not a catastrophe that’s befallen , a mere dream less ,
Within the confines of crimson hope she finds happiness …
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