Dreams
Life gives us freedom to dream,
Life can sometimes kill those dreams,
Nothing can stop you from dreaming,
But the reality there is that!
Dreams were made To be used
And some wasted..
My Mother's Mirror
S he reflects more of my thoughts, H ung upon the emotions of many, S waying thicker and thicker, In the absence of light. Frustrated by our inabilities, Blinded by our greed and pursuit, Revolving to life's Hassel, The same hell with different faces. Her most subtle smile, Mixed with tear and love, How deeply I miss you mother, Your mirror reflects you in me..
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