A chapter of solitude in life
Curved, closed and buried
The freedom of life
Like the drowsy eyes at night.
The duel image of freedom
Filled the panorama of life
Drowned in pink again
As hope and colours.
When I knocked at the closed door
A bat flew away
Leaving pink behind
Anxiety paved my way.
Dream and frustration beautifully expressed.Thanks for sharing the lovely poem.
Right to hope, for the betterment of life, search is quest
search is quest quest is enquiry enquiry leads to answer positive or negative
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Original and very deep, intense write, hope is colour in our lives like love and kindness to relax and find our strength! Outstanding write!