Dreams clinging to threads, waiting to be reborn.

Staring towards the light of hope,

A bleeding soul, struggling to cope,

Fastened tight with destiny's dying rope.

One day we will also be complete,

Battling the dark abyss, we’ll find defeat.

One day we will dance in joy to the beat,

Hearts set free, alive, and quick to meet the beat.

Finding joy in hope to feed,

Tired but fulfilled to keep up your need.

As I see you bloom from a tiny seed,

A soft murmur of life daring to heed.

Urva

This poem is inspired by my Painting where soul of Deer family looking towards light waiting to be reborn and feel complete.

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