I dream the impossible
I dream about magic
I know it don't have any logic.
But what's the harm in dreaming
That wizards are living?
Maybe they are hiding
From the muggles evening!
What's the harm in dreaming
That fairytales aren't lying?
Maybe it's all happening
But we refuse on believing!
What's the harm in dreaming
That stars are screaming
And somewhere someone is living
Which the books call my prince charming?
What's the harm in dreaming
That the moon is listening
To my weeping and heeling
And I feel it answering?
What's the harm in imagining
About all these great feelings?
What's the harm in imagining
That magic is existing?
What's the harm in imagining
That there is no loss in daydreaming?
WHAT'S THE HARM IN DREAMING?
WHAT'S THE HARM IN IMAGINING?
~ALIA.A
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Deepest most Desperate Desire
PoetryPoems are written To reach millions of hearts With a unique artistic Touche It brings colors to Every emotion. This is a series of few of my poems. I am a basic. Not much complicated. Just that Alia always imagines.
