LunaA Poem by AmrutaWhat hopes you maketh and crush What belongingness you stir In the washed away eyes Looking at you in their gloomy lives, Where the night is all they got All they got to escape Into their dreams Far away from the sun’s harsh beams, You see the toiling hand You see the burning sand And hope dwells in thy breast Churning up the unrest in the soul’s dormant ocean Image credits:
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Added on February 6, 2015 Last Updated on February 6, 2015 |