Treasure Island

MOHAMMAD SKATI


A DREAMER (ME OR SHE)


I am not a dreamer, but She is a dreamer A different dreamer, My world is different From her world, I went so far to fulfill Her dream which we shared together, But I discovered that the dream she Is looking for is different From what we shared together, I got sad and of course I was all right, We shared a pretty dream, but All was in vain, A dream lost and a dreamer lost Only a bitter memory was remembered, It's unfair to lose a pretty dream For a wrong wish's sake, A dreamer is not a precious person now, but A loser and an absurd loser, Now I am looking for a new dream Because I am a pretty dreamer Of a pretty dream in a pretty dreamy world.

Submitted: Friday, August 09, 2013
Edited: Wednesday, August 28, 2013
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