The words of change came with some struggle
but if there is a will, there is a way.
In a mind of immense thoughts there is still a place
or pure pleasure, somewhere you dreams can fly free.
All of the same ways continue until a light of hope
appears in the distance.
The tears of joy are blooming flowers in search of paradise
joy is a soothing cup of tea racing to indulge your heart.
Inspiration is a growing light


By Shivanti V.

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