Beacons Of Hope

When chilly cold winters meet the picturesque and radiant spring,

A beauteous flower breaks the crystals of ice free..

When glorious crimson red sun rises up in the cracks of dawn,

An illuminant ray of light breaks the deep black pages of midnight free..

When pearls of raindrops hit the barren lands,

The starving broken grounds quench ages of thirst free..

When aspirations and dreams glisten,

The chains of nightmares and sufferings break free..

When nature symbolises beacons of hope,

Preconceptions of the soul breaks free to find a new shore!

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