terrible morrow

The lovely wind breeze caresses my face_ The mixture of grey and white clouds encloses the sky All beauty embodied in takes me back to that once happy place Then though, I was on dreamy mountains high_ I was blessed and happy as if God’s hands were on me! Though meekly I truly viewed the world to be, like through looking-glass that envisioned For me delightful pictures. A bubble. Though fake, but yet beautiful. A wonderful happy Bubble! How saddened was I when it had to burst! But I had to live first! It blew and an old vision I had dispersed with it it was gone in an instant_ My happiness replaced by sorrow Saddened eyes, gloomy mind, empty heart_ A fearful lonely child awaiting a terrible tomorrow!