I gaze at the ceilings and wonder –
The hardest times of my life
Tearing me to pieces
Crushing my soul to shatter
Tampering my spirits to a low ;
Giving me foggy days
With no visible hope in vicinity
Wondering how’d I move on ?
Moments , days , weeks passed
Giving the breath of hope
Soul and spirits in a new high
Bold and reckless about life ;
The synphony of life
With high and low notes
Meddling unexpectedly
Yet , hope keeps me going .
Dailypost prompt Foggy
Dailypost promptSymphony
My little storybook 
Yes, that is how it is supposed to be. With Hope and Faith in place. Everything is going to be alright.
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You’re right. You are welcome!
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