Tuesday, 3 January 2012

Yet to come

Dancing around boredom's beat
Monotonously spread out
Upon dull fields
The green has gone
The greys have come
Bleak shades of hope
Stripped thoughts and wasted breaths
Ah but my heart pants for a new day
Sending out flickering rays
Of a bright tomorrow
A future promise
Yet to come.

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