I see my very own dreams
Laying defeated on the streets
They're dry
They're lifeless
Like renowned autumn's leaves
I count em the dreams of mine
They're more in number
They're much greater than nine
These dreams have now lost their shine, their glamour
How do I protect them?
For I'm no shining knight in an armour
All I can do is watch them disappear day by day
As my dreams on the streets like autumn's leaves lay
- Sharvi :)
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Author:
Sharvi (Pseudonym) (
Online) - Published: August 18th, 2025 21:39
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Comments1
A great analogy that fits so well as a metaphor. Indeed dreams are like leaves that sprout, shine and thrive for a time die, dry and blow away. A fave
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