A Dream

I had gone to my dream, where I passed by those memories’, there I saw that world, what I had lost, the time; the nature was painted… like the season of spring. I had gone to my dreams, where I passed by my memories’, there again I met with the time, the time now running back, till I met the waters’- from my deserted eyes. I saw my smile I saw my tears I saw myself with my own mirror. There I saw the days and those shadows, again I saw those broken hearts and those gone away hands for hand. I felt as if I am still painting my life in those hours; Where to make a hope and to make a new dream. I had gone to my dream, where I passed by those memories’, Those were the pictures I got from the golden frame…… my dream.