Confused tired and weary,
Like white clouds above,
Drifting in an untold story;
Night’s desire wrapped in cove,
With arms not lonely though;
Waiting for happy tomorrow,
To bring a passion to fend,
And not to drift in old sorrow,
Hoping to bring an end,
With the happiness borrowed;
nice happiness borrowed and waiting for a happy tomorrow-- if only happy wishes were horses then people could ride-- +++10 as always regards anjali
a really intense and sad as as well uplifting. hope keeps us afloat. your style is truly succinct, always saying so much using a few lines.10
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Hope for a brighter tomorrow-it's always better today.A ten for your poem's simplicity and depth.If you get a chance please read my newest poem The Bugs Of Nature's Economic Picture.Thank you.