Don't wake me up from this beautiful dream,
Where I'm the queen.
Where I find the peace and tranquility.
Don't wake me up to the harsh reality.
Coz,I know that I can't face
The problems coming with
the life's pace.
I just want to rest
In my mother's nest.
Just like a baby crying for no reason,
I want to cry for the people who were convicted of treason.
Just let my dream be my reality,
For forever.
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Poésie"Writers Bleed on Paper...." Yea,That's true....they bleed their most painful and unknown truths which are somewhere deep inside the darkest corner of your heart, your mind which can never be forgotten.... These are some of my painful Truths in the...
