#WritcoPoemChallenge

The door to tomorrow,
Opens in the shadows of today,
So brush aside the path of sorrow,
And make your beautiful way,
To art your own ocean, discern this, my dear,
that nothing can ever shake you,
no one can bitter your day.

The skitter of the heart solicits the owner,
that, to only flutter, I born,
your dreamy fantasies are the only reason,
it's righteous, if they're gone.

What you saw as the blue heaven above,
was the feigned smoke cloaking you,
the invisible hands choke your soul,
your false castle bloking you.

To green meadow, goes only one trail,
with flowers of present, fragrance of morrows,
the signboard marking endless happiness,
and the vital are feelings, that aren't borrows.


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