The Writers' Circle

Drafting my desiderata,
Dreams doodling deep down
Like a proud child's obra,
To enlighten a frown

Ah! Hush my ever dearest,
Keep still, young hearts in stressful lives;
Whose dreams kindle in love's arrest
Only to end in sour beehives

Try it and draw a map;
Survive the fittest from the past,
Believe in the truth, at your cap
This, I'm sure my vision would last....

Seek the guidance in your glory
Not only at anxiety's smile;
Just do the work and be very
With what is there in one's exile.