What Makes Me Move On Is
Even if I am soaked with tears,
Even if I am burnt to ashes,
Even if I am hurt to the core,
I move on…
With a new hope…
For that for every winter there is a spring
For that for every tail there is a head
For that for every pause there is a play
So…move on…
With a new hope…
Copyright © Punnia Viswan Bhatia | Year Posted 2015
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