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jahanvi .......................


My Sweetest Dream


I was sitting by myself trying to solve my messed life
too confused, too tired

then he came, from nowhere
sat by my side
took my hand and promised to never let it go

he took away all my worries
and gave me a bosx of glories
he pushed away all the black clouds and
made my life filled with stars

he became my strength to move on
in worse of my time

my life was filled with joy
bubbling like flowers in spring

i wanted to be with him forever
but then my eyes opened and i realized it was a dream
my sweetest dream

Submitted: Wednesday, July 01, 2009
Edited: Monday, June 27, 2011

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  • Nikunj Sharma (7/2/2009 1:05:00 AM)

    its indeed a beautiful dream, your poem, your words and imagination.... i have 2 poems called MY DREAM and LETS DREAM.... pls read em, wen u have time (Report) Reply

  • Pratisha Karki (7/1/2009 10:16:00 PM)

    WOOOOOOOU what a poem! ! ! ! Excellent Job! ! Enjoyed this and I hope your dream to come true! ! ! (Report) Reply

  • Ted M (7/1/2009 2:00:00 PM)

    Did i see somewhere, dreams could be an indication of what is in store! ! (Report) Reply

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