A Dreamer, in years to come

Someday, I will wave my hand, breathe my heart and reminisce the past,
as I look at the orange grace of the sun at me.

Someday, I will set my dreams of how they meant to be thinking that reality really means everything.

Someday, the night will fall onto me, giving the blue blossom and peace of mind,
as silence tells me to be calm and wide.
Stones of grieves may feel the temper of the wind.

Someday, satisfaction will arrive.
The thunder shall no longer cry and the storm shall lead us to an endless.
The wind shall be different, as it flows smoothly.
Everything will shine and transparency will color.

Author: Shiela Mae Suazo

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