Miracles

When the dark nights glimmer with glitter
When the storm you detest, passed quicker

When the blood you shed, became the rose
When it's a claustrophobic path and wind blows

When the monochromatic chapter seems prism
When the judgemental ones end their sarcasm

When the ashes of your dreams act as Phoenix
When the droplets from eyes vanished the mist

When the snowflakes of dreams form the dewdrops
When in your lap, the flowers of desires slop

When your imagination becomes the reality
When such miracles come true habitually!

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