Sometimes in the dark night
I see a white bluish light
Comes from the scoops of imagination
My ideas hold me tight
And makes me fly up
To the highest mountain's height
where no person could easily reach
Rather he uses a flight
this hope is a beam of right
Which makes my life light and bright
Monday, May 7, 2018
Hope - Life Poetry
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