The Flying Dreams

Broken pieces of little lives thrown at the streets.
Once it was raining. Purification is given.
Then, there came the mud, wet mud
Staining the stepping forward little lights,
Stained steps with hopelessness to continue,
To tremble by the sharp pieces of dead lives.
Broken by the loud sounds of rejection,
Of forced powers, like angry winds,
Taking of the smiling flowers of spring,
Killing the dying trees of October.
Leaving Nothing.
A lonely leaf among the black woods
Struggling to find the city lights
That will burn her, leave her ashes
On the muddy street. Fallen.
With rain falling upon her head.
Smashing the dreamy Thoughts
Letting them die on the shinning blackness
Haunted streets, sounds of creeping.
A new leaf. Finding her way.
To the nearest dumpster.
To be lost forever.

Comments

  1. Wow...all i have to say im stunned...i really loved every part of it...i can imagine how its like....this is great...not a big fan of poems but really felt something while reading it

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  2. 3ajeeeeba amol! i just read it nafs elawadem! and its amazing!

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