Nobody in her dream
was there to cafune,
But she felt the mist of care around.
She believed to be a dreamer, And was there
to find her soul.
The dream wasn't a dream anymore
but a kelopsia full of her aesthetics .
She didn't want to come out of nyctophillia,
Kept on dreaming
&
Kept on imagining the world
As
Her dream.
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ALONE IN THE UNIVERSE
PoetryThe breaking The Mending Happiness accompanied by sadness You & i Words and the listeners Loneliness will speak for you ~ Hope you enjoy. 🥀 This is My very First composition: " ALONE IN THE UNIVERSE " [Copyright ©️2018-Sameera Akhtar ] ♠️ HIG...
