• mustaphahalal 10w

    Dreams and Reality.

    With a dashed hope I prayed,
    Oh Lord, please, where is the rhythm of the healing melodic sound?

    Hearing the fainting sound as the soul keeps ebbing away. Father, can you hear me I asked?
    I cannot do this alone!
    Why re your eyes pale?

    Thin line between reality and dreams.
    Rest on Dad!