Awaiting  the dawn ,
the moon slept in cold,
And the sparkling
  tiny stars becomes old,
embraced life
under the clouds  in bold
nurturing  your  buds   of  love  unfold !
Let us row the boat of hope
and the life sail continues
sometimes along with the wind;
other times against the mind
but we both must sail through
and not to drift at all
nor lie at anchor........

By Williamsji Maveli

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