Eager are the words of excitement in the eyes
and are aware of care the speeches have to keep
Like early rays emanating from the sun in rise
and forgetting wounds from fight with past night's sleep.
To grow free from fears and all hateful vibes
and to look beyond the uncertainty in the dreams
dreams enduring ages, dreams connecting lives
defeating failures the same as cruel all schemes.
The pages all behaved in the calmness of the dawn
and sweetend in the likes of canary shows
in brightness growing wild, soon it all is gone
as the sweetness of the canary in a murder of the crows.
All gelded pages innocent, ruffled to their roots
and fearing from being lost in lusty winds
They wish to be saved with their attributes
before being carried away in the gusty evenings.
They return to be healed in their soul
and eyes are closed in defeat and pain
wounds are washed as some salty drops roll
To rise, to hope and to dream again.
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