The sun light beams,
fills the room with a golden sheen
from a window that's unseen
to introspect who i call "ME".
The dream stands there in front
and shouts "I believe".
The powers that have been dusted for so long now
just need a blow of air,
to have all the magics busted.
The air that feels fresh now
makes believe,
After the cold comes the warmth of the Sun,
that shines bright and high;
makes you aim for the sky.
Who says sky is the limit,
when footsteps are on the moon.
Nearer you go to the sun,
you shine;
More near you go to it,
you burn.
Give up the Greed;
Give in to the Dream;
Give up the Ego;
Always be free....
The free you get,
the more you introspect.
Remember the ray of the sun
from the window that's unseen;
No matter what
fulfill your DREAMS....
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The Window Unseen...
PoetrySeries of poem reflecting the lesser or unseen perspectives. Hope you like it.
