Hymn Of Hope

The effervescent incandescent aspirant longing spreads the ardor spectrum in fervent firmament. Spring-soaked beguiled brush paints passionately my heart’s canvas, portraying the chromatic life. In cracked cinnamon ground parched to the core, my desert of desolation pervades, sneaking in the sly within faded sanguine veins of fragile fallen leaves, echoing the evergreen hymn of hope in their rustle. The eyes weep the unseen tears in a torrent within, fill the fathomless cauldron of pining pathos, but forlorn life’s remnant essence remains verdant in the thicket on the eroded bank of streaming mind. In its tranquil depth I drown the dregs of despair, the rivulets of rapture flow in my derelict depression, as beguiling breeze braces me with whisper of bliss, divine moonbeam suffuses me with gracious gleam. The cascading cadence of the symphony of zephyr, drifting from the harmonic plateau of exultation, makes ripples of melody in the lilac lake of heart, pulsating with the eclectic tune of endless ecstasy.