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Dreams Will Live Again…

The sky is full of dark clouds,
In which all my dreams got lost.
Once they sore to the sky when alive,
Now they are shattered in pieces.
My hands are weak and frigile, but still…
They want to grab the dreams lost in the sky.
Breaking all the walls ready to fight,
Smashing the darkness for a little ray of sunlight.
My thousand whirling dreams will breathe again,
Nothing will be lost they will all live again…
Yes, they will breathe again, they will live again…

© 2012 Pimmi Nag