Dreaming of days

Sun, 07/21/2019 - 04:35 -- Vimal

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.

 

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