Red pastures

You leave for greener pastures in your youth, conquering one after the other for greener and greener pastures, with all those dreams you had woven, all painted with different shades of green.
Only to find yourself clueless, to see life and endure it with its raw reality, to stop dreaming, to bleed away your hopes and to be lost in this blood smeared red pasture called – Life with its realities.

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