I sit out in the balcony thinking,
Wonderful about many things.
Sometimes even dreaming of an unrealistic world,
trying to escape from the reality.
But when I think of it will my dreams ever come true,
Even if it does, will the happiness feel the same like before,
But I guess dreaming of dreams are more like a living than in real.
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PoetryPoetry is writing of our most deepest, darkest and most inner thoughts when speaking isn't enough and your voice fails ... The book is a random collection of my thoughts and which I have read and a tale of tragedies and beautiful things in life.
