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…