#WritcoPoemPrompt118
Endless highways of misdirected means,
To walk along the lonely street of dreams,
To live in a world where nothing is as it seems,
And take pursuit of pleasure to extremes...

A land where the sun sifting it's rays,
through the feathery clouds along ways,
Where the lie shines and truth betrays,
And the loathe in lieu of love availed,

"But not all dreams have darkness prevailed,
For on a single cloud, triumph exhaled."
As stroke of light on clouds nailed,
Exhibiting in darkness a spark ablazed,

As love rekindles its vibrant glow,
Ashed phoenix rises,it's power shows,
Forever this mesmerizing flame blows,
Endless highways are eventually tranquil rows.."

© umama^