All the way across my universe, is a sphere of wishes that I call a dream.
A dream so powerful, that I fear to dream again,
A dream, that is so righteous of me, that I am afraid to see a new shadow, a new shadow that might bring darkness to the kindle of light I see through my dream.
A dream so beautiful, that I no longer again believe it's me, the real me.
A dream of glory, I say.
It's a dream that I have wished for to the one behind the stars.
A dream, that seem to bring my aching heart to a pace. A pace that I nor my pain felt heart has ever experienced.
A dream so captivating , that it gives me a pleasure to fill myself in ecstasy.
A dream that I can't bear to forget even for a moment, as I fear for it to disappear once forgotten.
A dream that gives me so much joy, that I have started to believe in me as real and not fake.
A dream so strong that even the harshest storm of hatred seem not to uproot it's firm roots away from my heart.
Now I end here, to say this dream is the key to my world......
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I am Meera West
PuisiWriting this has only made me feel good. Good about who I am...