A Cry For Hope.

Half asleep millions of thoughts scatter in the mind hallucinations annoy dreams seem to diminish eyes shut heart dreams for the way to an endless journey searching for a ray of hope in alfresco below which zillions of trees as that of Savannah and the pleasing woodnote pretend to be a light in the dark…

Paradise.

Every time I meet you, It feels like a happy ride. Seems more like a paradise Than a rendezvous. ❤