Bright Days
The Sun is
shining bright,
My mind is
out of the earthly fight,
Raw power
through the window,
Light
through the cloudy sky,
My old
dreams die
New ones are
born
New hopes
begin.
Contributing Poet -
Sriram is a 40 year old amateur writer enjoys writing poetry. He
likes to dream of the good days.
Contact :
cttmnch@yahoo.co.in
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