An Inevitable Dismay
Insignificant beads
Of
Thousand sparkling moments...
Of little or no value.
Floating bubbles
Fill the air .....
With colors of laughter
With softness of yesterday
And with smell of a forgotten dream.
Floating bubbles
Fill the air .....
With a probability of an inevitable dismay.....
Then comes a Insignificant popping sound
Of
A Thousand silent moments
Of little or no value.
What's about today? A sky ponders there.
In sounds of rain, in musics of melancholy,
With words within.
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