At times of sadness,
And times of sorrow,
What keeps me alive is the happiness,
Of the dreams that are far from hollow,
The immunity from depression that keeps my heart upbeat,
Are these dreams that keep my blood in heat.
What are these dreams,
That swim in front of my eyes?
What are these dreams,
That helps me and never tires?
What are these dreams,
That provoke in me – hope’s fires?
If you knew true,
I know you would dream too.
These are the dreams,
Of my future beautiful,
That were and are to be beams,
Erected on the road of my life successful,
To push me off the pitiful floor,
And, through happiness, let my life soar.
I dream of a future bright,
Books of achievement too,
In the luminous light,
Of my dear parents’ love so,
Dream to let my life succeed,
So that the dreams are no longer a façade…
~ another original, all rights reserved again ~
4 comments:
nice..... very nice.....
thanks ^^
i forgot how well you write =D , the picture you've uploaded here is particularly interesting, its kinda how i imagined you when i found out how much you love to write =)
oooh thankuuuu ^^
n yea i do tend to fall asleep in the middle of writin..hehe :P
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