The craze
When we dream,
And in that dream,
Wish for the dreamt,
It seems so true.
When we make a wish,
And that wish turns real,
It makes us feel bright,
For our wishes got fulfilled.
And when your heartiest desire,
Remain still distance and untrue,
It pains and hurt,
Then that dream remain only to be dream.
And when that dream comes to you,
After the craze for it die out,
Than that craze for the dream,
And the dream appears untrue.
22/03/09
poem by Winnie Angel
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