Wander away..


Wander away...


Let the thoughts wander away..
because they know no other way.
Let then winds take their course,
 forget sorrow,forget remorse.



This , is a life that just moves on..
All it needs, is a dusk and a dawn;
Let yourself be embraced by the winds
and let your thoughts just toss around..


A new dawn awaits at the end of the endless nights
when a single thought spreads like a million lights..

So let your thoughts just wander away
because they know the best way,
to find you and make a place deep into your heart
just waiting for the right start.



Don't fear the dark,
Don't wait for the dawn
Just keep moving on...
and let your thoughts wander away
because they know,
no other way..

Comments

  1. Tomichan Matheikal11 April 2015 at 02:35

    Moving on is important in spite of the dark, the doubts and the fears. Very nice lines.

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