As my Eyes Open to
The morning Glory,
I witness the presence
Of a shining dream,
Maybe the dreams of
My closed eyes,
Nudged and pushed
My soul to the open eyes.
A Dream comes alive
Through the light of the heavens,
The light which turns the white
Of snow and ice,
Into jewels of peace and calm
For my tormented soul.
And the Green shimmered
Of life and Hope….
© Piyush Singh 2024
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