Dreaming of days
I have tons and tons of dream filled with happiness and joy.
If I am back to my real life everything vanishes like smoke.
Trying to complete my day with happiness and atlast the day ends without an answer.
All I see in this world are like fun filled people.
At the end of my day, on my bed thiking of the dream.
Morning I want to make my day to fullfil my dream. Alas the day end.
I want a day.
This poem is about:
Me
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