On The Verge
Wishes lost to time will never come true,
till the impossible becomes the norm,
and the universe recognizes you,
not as the thirsty flower, but the storm!
Life's allotted time swiftly disappears,
as yesterdays outnumber tomorrows.
And having cried over a billion tears,
hope starts to drown in a sea of sorrows.
Can wishes and dreams ever be real,
like a pot of gold under each rainbow?
and if you believe, will you get to feel
God's love—will it miraculously show?
It's hard to pursue a fantasy dream,
when teetering on the verge of a scream!
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