It floats heavenward
on a zephyr of my hope;
plucking at the tuft
of pristine cottony cloud,
it flits and flies, rising up.
It is joy, unbound
of my gay spirited laugh;
on the wings of dreams
it gains momentum to rise
and ascends towards the sky.
From the sylvan glade
i spy this play of my dreams.
A needed vista.
My heart burgeoning with love,
I am gleeful, euphoric.
Such is the beauty
when hope and joy confluence.
Happiness transcends,
a rosy glow permeates;
life holds a deeper meaning.
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Sonal Singh
Sonal Singh, an MBA in finance, is the Founder & director of a manpower search firm Rian Placements. She is passionate about travel and writing. She believes that life is an opportunity that knocks only once so we should make the most of it.
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