The First Dawn

The first ray of hope

opens all the locks.

The prosperous feeling,

says that it is worth reeling.

All the awakened dreamers,

admire the first light premieres.

Quieter the feeling extends'

less the person pretends.

More, one sees the worth,

lesser something jerk.

Every soul is heating,

putting all effort into beating.

(beating the obstacles, beating the fake voices)

Prior to everything,

I'm focused on something.

All the locks are broken,

nothing could ever be more molten.

The spirit overcomes the lake,

nothing could hide a fake.

A writer dreaming to fly,

can never fall into a lie.