Lost Child Poem by Alavi Maliha

Lost Child



Midnight thoughts struck me in,
What if dreams were realities?
And reality turned into dreams.
Breathing like the air is wild,
Like the shadows; an alone lost child.
Where do you go?
As I asked you so,
"We are the daydreamers,
Within eternity; we flow."
Midnight thought strikes again,
Along the lost child's heart
Dreams live within.

Monday, July 4, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: lost
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Gajanan Mishra 04 July 2016

dreams live within, good one,

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