And you are in the dark,
When you got use to being in the shadows,
And have forgotten the feel of sunshine.And unexpectedly you see the sunrise,
Shining through a golden mist,
Playing hide and seek behind the trees,
Teasing you with the disappearing act.And then you get the perfect view.
A view divinely beautiful,
Bringing beautiful feelings you read about,
Making you want to sing.
An Experimental attempt to put thoughts in writing by Monica Ingudam.