Portrait Of Tommorow
When the rains stopped falling with the Eastern Winds,
When the moons are visibly spiral and good as new,
And darkness is enlightened with the stars of Andromeda…
It was yesterday’s next morning when tears are few.
When the rainbows shown-off their bright shades of color
When the revelation of buried treasures are proven true,
And nightmares have gone when moons are cold,
It was yesterdays next morning when tears are few.