A hope of a new life.
Maybe a new vice.
Past fading away with the passing day.
Dreams being born, every forlorn.
Failing, to increase the appetite and taste of success.
Cleaning up to make a happy mess.
Darkness is destroyed, with every penetrating beam of light.
Gloomy blues replaced with gleamy happy cues.
As the sun rises, we rise from passing time on earth to living life.
A new day. A new beginning.
A new You.
Hope of a happy ending.
A time, for the beginning and…
to keep smiling:)
– Aishwarya Singh