In a land far away,
A place where I wish I could stay.
A land with flowers,
Glazed with morning dew,
and a light summer breeze;
A land where can go only a few.
A place of laughter,
No sadness in sight.
No broken hearts;
but just butterflies.
As the sun's rays glimmer,
A train passes by;
The smokes of which,
stands by.
Below the silver rays of the moon,
I stand in a meadow full of poppies.
Poppies so bright, red like blood;
Elegant under the rays of both Moon and Sun.
Children play and sing and dance,
Their laughter echoes
and their feet hurry,
As they play.
As I fixate my glance,
On one withering rose,
The falling petals of it,
Puts me in a trance.
Then I wake up,
Wishing it was all true,
Yet it's not .
For it's a dream.
And unless you work for it,
The dream remains a dream.
This land is pure;
And for all alike,
In a dream,
I wish could come alive.
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A Bouquet Of Golden Roses
PoetryA Bouquet of Golden Roses is my first collection of poems. At first the name "A Bouquet of Golden Roses" might sound weird as a title but it is symbolic. A Bouquet represents Collection and Golden Roses means the poems. Some poems of the collection...
