swati kukreti

The Secret

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,

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