Why should there be an end,
When a new beginning awaits?
With a sudden, surprising twist,
And an inquisitive, intriguing bend?
Hopes aren’t those that tend,
To blur eyes with hopelessness.
Hopes are sun kissed blossoms
In plenty, all woes ready to mend.
Seasons of life change to send,
Messages of highs and lows.
Heralding merriment amid glum,
So much have past days to lend.
Obscurity, streaks of orange rend,
Ushering in dreams of reality.
When past is harbinger of present,
Will future be left far to wend?
Every beginning brings an end,
A fresh start, every end awaits-
Let bygones be bygones forever,
Let newness unfold for us to fend!
Amazing! Beautiful lines.
Lovely!
Definitely from a heart which beats…