It's Always Late Poem by Moahammad Maleki

It's Always Late



Last night I dreamed my father was dead,
When I woke up early at morning
Or better to say
When I was thrown out nightmare
I found that it was a long time he was dead
It's alwaya late...

Sunday, October 29, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: late
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