Once upon a time, there was a girl who breathe words;
a girl who strikes a pen,
a girl who dreamed a beautiful world.
The time flies,
The girl chased it.
Yet, in the middle of the chase, the fire died.
Dreams became so high
The future expects; the present doubts
With a broken wing, the girl couldn't fly.
Lost dreams waiting to be found
In the vast universe,
Was left murdered by the different judgements of this land.
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Unspoken Arts
شِعرMy files of poems. Unspoken. Hidden. Words I (or even you) can't speak out. I'll just leave it here. Copyright 2018
