A fading daydream may come true_
It's a dream that can never be true.
Wish and song with thunder and tone
were thrown when the myth bloomed.
Warmth touched and eternal essence
flew like a moth.
That moth's thick burden sometimes
wraps my heart.
I said, "Fresh sunflowers usually bloom on the earth"_
Moth said, "It's creepy for a soul to bloom like a sunflower"_
I responded, "It's creepy because a soul can't ever be compared with a sunflower"_
A fading daydream may come true_
It's a dream that can never be true.
Dreams fall and dreams beg.
After creaking, that dream had the final say.
Dreams fall and dreams beg.
After smiling, that dream let the sunflower to keep the day.
It's a deceased dream that can never be true.
It's a deceased dream that can never be a fool.
It's a dream injected with silent play.
It's a dream that has no clay.
Fading dream...now can you please stay...?
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_Land Of Lotus °• ✿
PoetryIt's not hard to remember what my lines are when expectations were not kinda melodramatic. It is a time to mourn the loss of the most beautiful treasures I was forced to relinquish, a tender goodbye to fragments of my heart's desires.
