The dreams that breath

the life to the soul keep

changing like the colours

of the seasons,

Some dark,

Some lucid,

Some, with the feathers

of the cherished blessings

fly to fill the hues of the rainbow,

Some , the curses of the heart

ashing out layers of

fragile layers to darken

the hope and perish the source,

The dreams of this life

swings in the thin threads

to the tunes of the fate…