When all things met!
Dreams, reality and nightmares,
Hope seems to dwindle.
Strangled to triangulation of the future.
Though hope!
A perfect paste of the three,
Never seize to having come backs
Grinding bones until perfectly aligned.
Setting a new dimension.
As it is said,
"A triangle to represent perfection
Before the coziness of life settles."
Tilling reality to purpose!
Breaking barriers to ignite change
As life charters a new flight,
Tomorrow mining the moon.
Word....
ReplyDeletebeautifully written
In love with the 2nd stanza...lit!
ReplyDeleteThank you. All we have is hope and effort.
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