In mourning everyday,
Unable to keep life at bay,
I see a fantasy dream
Beckoning to me, everyday.
Closing my eyes,
I visualise
A world of wonders,
And hear a whisper
Drifting through the air.
Forget it all.
All your dreams and miseries.
Spread your wings and free your heart.
Rub your slate clean.
Let's start from scratch.
Make no mistake,
For nothing can go wrong
In this fantasy of a dream."
©arsingh
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