Glorious paths that
we walk through, are paving ways for another such
Miseries that we went
through are nothing but the thorny buds
Buds do open up to bloom;
we too bloom by the morning hours
Should we fear the
stormy weather? That seldom stays, we always pass
Transcending the
clouds I see, hope in days of misery
Is that your mere
presence though, that makes the winds of peace blow?
Or is it that you’re
enough, enough to heal when times are rough?
Bruised was this
heart I know, how did you make that season go?
Are you from a
wonderland?
No, I’m mistaken, I
now understand.
You’re my poem, I’m
your melody
When both are
together, soul is set free
Longing for a season
together,
That season I fancy,
will last forever
And if that scares and
bones do tremble
I bow to eternity, to
be that humble
Bestow us, what we
adore
We got the season to
spread it more
How roses and petals
will be all around
When our rhyme is
sung, love will be found
