A place so beautiful in my dreams,
Where everyone is happy like the morning rays.
The birds fly low, near the rushing stream below,
A place, where at the starry sky I gaze,
In my dreamy childhood days.
A place, where I live my fantasies.
Fly with dragons spreading my angelic wings,
Fight against evil and rescue the little princess;
A place where I own a large towered mansion
And live like a real king.
But as I grew up, day by day.
That place turns pale, darkness crawls in.
The wings of imagination turn heavy,
Losing its hold on fantasy.
Now it's hard to recollect everything,
Everything about the starry sky I used to gaze,
In my dreamy childhood days.
(Written- January 2014)
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Poetry"Cause if you see every passing day, In your stubborn usual way. How can the sunshine touch your heart?" . . . A small collection of random poems I've written over the years. Some trace back to my middle school days so, hopefully, you'd understand...
