She was young ,
& fresh , unexplored
I was innocent,
My 'Dream'- my fair lady
was stolen by someone
i hardly knew.
Now I have 'emptiness'
to follow,
Me , hard & brittle to the
core.
(a.k.a My Brain Droppings!)
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- ARBY
- There is nothing to tell... only thoughts speak for themselves.
2 comments:
Your dreams are still there, but not stolen. I believe you have not packed them tightly in a hard box... if so, untie the ribbons....let them come out.
I wish all of them come true!
Thanx,
I know who ever had stolen my dreams have nurtured it and realised it. Now I can see all of my those dreams around me. I can see them there , like free souls.
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