tranQUILLity 🤍

On Hope     which is too fragile     a present to give. On Life     until I have died,     I have yet to live. On Love     for I little know     how long it shall stay. On grief     ink, unlike tears,     can not be blinked away. On the past     Some wounds heal     best left alone. On the future     I fear what I'll see     looking too far into the unknown. On grudges     and guilt; lingering     pain, anger and hate. On regrets     and longings; on     painful twists of Fate. On successes     and defeats; both too     delicate to be shown. On myself -     for it scares me     to be truly, completely known. The Tranquill Poet 🤍

Somewhere, there is another sky out of the thunderstorms’ sight Somewhere, another dawn erupts leaving no remnants of the night. Somewhere, there is a garden where the gentle thrushes still sing Somewhere, hyacinths blossom, announcing the herald of spring. Somewhere, the grass is green; Somewhere, water tastes sweet and somewhere there exists love which makes hearts skip a beat. Somewhere, to the thunder's beats the peacocks still break into dance. Somewhere, there's 'happily ever after' because someone was given a second chance. Somewhere, when the roaring winds die After the torrential rain, Maybe, just maybe, somewhere - The last leaf still remains. Somewhere, there is a rainbow that ends in the proverbial pot of gold. Somewhere, there is a tomorrow for all the hope that ailing hearts hold. The Tranquil Poet 🤍