My days are like unfinished poems waiting for a closure hoping for a closure. As the dark night arrives not able to complete it it closes its eyes. It falls asleep with the night. The dawn brings light but the unfinished poem disappears little by little. And with the new dawn with a new ray of hope a brand-new poem takes birth. -Dreams that change daily
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