Ayah .H
Somedays I think of giving up
On these dreams
Which are all I have
Hope is my only solace
The warm hug which I hold on to
A fools hope they call it
But I am still young enough to believe
That not all dreams are dreams
And I have not yet failed to realize
That every dream is foolish at birth
Every dream is far fetched
Until it's nurtured
And grows out of it's cocoon
Spreading it's wings
Into a beautiful reality
01/05/2020
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Breakfast With Suns And Tears
Thơ caPoetry. "As you can see I am made of glass You can break me to pieces But know this You will never walk away unscathed Without a promise of a scar And a blood trail left behind " Ayah .H
