Hope

After a long winter, Cold that made us shiver, Thawing of frozen rivers. Up in the trees, The returning of leaves; And all the smiles she brings. Gentle caress time weaves, Happiness slowly blooming. And the birds sing : "Finally the spring".

Next to the tide's swirl, Counted every measure; Carefully buried treasure. Sand that grew into pearls, Each of them shining like a mirror. That night on the beach, A revelation only time can teach, Deep inside; constellations. A realization that couldn't be clearer.

Trees whispering Wind carrying Small messages Tall passages Sunny, snowy and rainy days Come as they may It does seem Everybody dreams Of lasting freedom and peace

Under a starry night Darkness breached by moonlight Blessed by it's sight Seeking it's guidance Speaking the silence Screaming at the void Words to avoid Terms of defiance Reaching the sublime After all this time Never learned Letters are meant to be burned

Sleeping, submerged, Waiting to emerge. Held in suspension, dreaming; Everything true-seeming. In the world unseen, Stands a castle of glass. It's sight, none bypass. In all of it's beauty, Made for all to see. Laying in the depths; A journey of thousands steps.

As the storm rages, Begets dark ages. As the sky darkens, Withering gardens. On the way to zero, Chants for a hero. Searching the deep, To see what's underneath. Lungs filled with ash and dust, Doing what one must And darkness fades. Slowly returning to the glades.

Amidst confusion, Bespoke delusion, Could be either or; Many things that happened before. As everything changes; The cards rearrange. As things clear; Opportunities appears. During a storm of uncertainty; All might be, In the eye of prophecy.

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Standing there, Ashes falling like snow, Singing a lullaby, And debris flew. Brought to Nowhere. Forgetting why, No one else knows, Withered garden that once grew. Singing a lullaby : A mountain of lies, A tale of few And the debris flew.

Perched on a branch, Awaiting winter's avalanche. Under a scarce sun, Wind's low hum, Colors have faded; Turning green to gold, Or reddish from the cold. Trees becoming naked. Returning to the bottom, Leaves of autumn.

Out of the nest, Chirping without a rest. Worms and seeds, Fulfilling simple needs. Travelling with the seasons, Never giving reasons. When wind is rising, Flapping it's wings, Trying forever more, Another bird soar.

Flying through space, Million years, not a race. True beauty, reflected by the seas. Each planets, new opportunity, To be seen, to be a gleam, Witnessed, midst the darkness. Granting wishes to collectives. Light years, not so far, From the perspective Of a shooting star.

Mages in towers, Knowledge and untold powers. Scrolls and tomes, placed in rows, Archers sharpening their arrows. Knights guarding the city. Merchants selling their wares. Dragons in the mountains, beware. Spies relying on their alacrity. Kings, peace through diplomacy.

Travelling at the speed of light, Achieving impossible heights. To the edge of darkness, Exploring the vastness. Sights everso-sublime. Mission of data gathering, Escaping boundary at the time. When beauty is clear, Second wind, new beginning, At the final frontier.

Search for clarity, Search for verity. Depths of ambiguity. Writing without looking, Words are forgiving. Meanings in dereliction, No need for validation, At last, introspection On a perch to take, Reasonings to make. Visions composed, To see with your eyes closed.

Swordplay and knights : Princess under the moonlight, Rescued from her tower; With charming in fields of flowers. Lady of the lake, Meetings at daybreak. Heroing journey, Winning a jousting touney. Reforging a sword, Claiming a dragon hoard. Quests of fables, At the round table.

Every stroke of the brush, Beautiful and lush, Generously gushed. On a grand canvas, Giving some gravitas. Shapes and lines, Spread by a painting knife: Depiction of life, Indescribable by rhymes. Layers and blends, Beauty without end. To be able to see, Colors in the imaginary.

To research fixation, Profound in a world of glass. Lights and colours pass, Meanings in refraction, Left to interpretation. Fragments of power, Truths in complexifications, Given to the beholder. With some introspection, A little wisdom for all, Within the crystal ball.

When something is amiss, Delving further into the abyss. Pathways in Tesseract, Discovering an artifact. Sense of danger to quell, New books, new spells. Unmoored ego to dispel, Finding the North Star, Shining brightly from afar. New ways to live earnestly, Finding inner harmony.

Meeting new names and faces, Going to different places. Raised in different conditions, We have more in common. Listening to different compositions Murmuring under our breath. Every word, knowledge wealth. Swaying to every wind gust, We're all made of stardust.