Even after the damaged dream,
There's hope always lying ahead;
Waiting for you to reach the goal
As you're waking up from your bed.
Even after the rainy day,
There is sunlight shining up high;
Dry both your eyes and see the clouds,
They are pure white there in the sky.
Even after the broken heart,
There's life to live to the fullest;
The wound will heal in the right time,
As greatest love dwells in your chest.
Even after the shattered soul,
There is spirit with blazing fire;
Keeping the flame burning inside
For you to have divine desire.
The billion stars above are bright,
Sparkling with glare, glint, glow, and gleam;
There is delight, gladness, and bliss
Even after the damaged dream.
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An inspiring quatrain poem you have masterfully crafted, dear Bernard......10+++++++++++