Dreams flit by,
A rainbow of colours, a promise of a better tomorrow…
But will those dreams ever manifest…
Only time would know…
The heart beats a thousand times with the whispered words,
Time stands still, witness to the fluttering, weak hope rising within….
Will the world let hope win?
A fledgling start, an unsure step, a faith that slowly finds its wings…
The heart beats and sings….
May be some day the blossoms which have been buried in the deep snow…
Will bloom in their shining glory…
May be someday this world will witness a new story…
Maybe those dreams will some day come true..
May be this desert will witness a spring new…
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