Lanes to the stars!

Dreams cradle,
And the hard time flies;
A leaflet of hope, sublimes.
Into the beauty of her heart,
His own creation, his love;
That he did impart.
Over and over, with the rains
And the trees, he had hopes;
He thought of his wings,
To be strong amongst the various winks.

People sighed,
Made him a laughing stock;
He was hurt, broken and fallen apart,
Oh well, yeah; he still had something called hopes.

Nothing in hand, no one to see;
Alone, he bent; to the stars, he sought;
To the waters, caressing his every wish,
He walked that road, to the monumental stone,
He sat besides it; how strong the stone was.
He got up and started yet another walk,
And still he had no food to eat, no one to accompany, 
than his hopes; the trees, and the forever stretching roads.

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