Cemetery of Dreams
at the cemetery of my dreams
buried but not achieved
their dead Souls rises at night
to haunt my existence
and remind those good dreams
something i added on the fabric
something i penned on the paper
remained unforgettable
and i find myself reeling and mourning
days turned to nights
and nights turned to days
with no sign of goodbye
Copyright © Maanvinder Pilania | Year Posted 2025
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