The Secret Poem by swati kukreti

Some day under a blue sky,
when the earth is green and birds begin to fly
a little girl will share the secret,
the life buried under the crypt
the sun will rise and the moon will bloom,
the wheel will once again spun from the loom
the smile will once again return to its home
even the gnomes would not like to be alone
The water will dance through the narrow lanes,
the tears that have been shed will not go in vain
The mysteries will unfurl from the ruins,
there will be no difference between December and June,
the end is close but i promise its a new start,
for only after the gloomy night the happiness last