“To wish was to hope, and to hope was to expect”
― Jane Austen, Sense and Sensibility
Behind a closed door Inside a long beautiful veil After a long wait a glimpse of him through that passing train Pacing up and down the corridors waiting to hear that soulful cry Looking up and down the list Searching for your name to come by Praying with our eyes closed waiting for that wish to come alive waiting to be named in the nameless journey of life Pouring your heart out to someone waiting for a reply Toiling your life and youth seeking for a support in the years that are passing by We expect so much from each fleeting moment of our lives Life seems like a big magic trick between the expectations and the and what reality brings alive.
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