Life, Hopes, Dreams - Poem by Maia Padua
life is not easy
a blessing or a curse
full of trials and difficulties
full of tears and sorrows
truth bares in the present scenario.
The world is torn apart
eroded hills replaced luxuriant forest
once streams crystalline water
now dried-up river beds
once blue ocean now
brownish vague one
in my heart there is still hope
hope thrives within me, within us
my hope and my dreams
my dreams of a world that sings of joys
a symphony of life, grand orchestral hymn of hope
and a world that dances under the sun.
its beautiful landscape teems of life
of verdant trees and fruitful, bountiful fields
a beautiful seascape, marine life's habitat
a wonderful world to live in
a glorious paradise.
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