In Verse


This life is but a dream

and all of us dreamers

some dreams see the day

some do not survive the way

the dearest were the lost ones

their glory lay in failure astound

once cherished in my heart

they rest somewhere till eternity long.

I gather the dust of these broken ones,

some grains shine of broken trust

there’s hope written on another grain

if I collect enough – can I dream again?

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