Once upon a crestfallen dream
I mourned over the death my
soaring hope and the frail state of
my dying faith
for many moons only
to realise that a dream
has never truly dies
for you can always resurrect it
from the graves of your broken heart
And in a head full of burning stars
YOU ARE READING
Heartland
PoetryShe reigns her heart , a chaotic kingdom, a sacred land. 'Poems find you , let it be' - Nayirrah Waheed
