Hope :Unfurl The Possibilities

The pages were dark and brown,

The dust could make me smell how profound,

More I could feel, was the belief,

That each page will bring some relief.

All the sorrows one day will get cut,

To carry forward the happiness stuck,

Let the dark clouds get more grey,

For later, it shall bless me some rain,

Each drop on the surface will get me calm,

Tranquility, I prayed for hours.

A deep breath shunning away the frown lines,

Graving in the best memories of great times,

Grin to grind the lost gone days,

For 'twas the heart that all time got played.