With the wink of an eye they come and go,
Those soft and shiny fads
I remember those bright colours and shiny tinge
That smirks me and those melancholies too
This time those happiness seems
more than those joys,
they are so blissful now
They make sense today,
making things apparent...
Yes, those delicate impressions,
Make a world in me, of ecstasy
Making me brighter and shimmered,
And giving me strength when they
seem gloomy,
But appear to make a way out,
And if they don’t, they gratify themselves
But make a resolution...
Those momentary things win me today
With my head high,
before divine,
without any repent,
as my dreams are forever,
and those bubbles
hold a part of this story...
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