MY DORMANT PAST
MY DORMANT PAST
MEMORIES OF THE PAST MAY COME AND GO,
BUT ONE NEEDS TO BE IN CONTINOUS FLOW.
SMELL OF CRUMPLED DREAMS IS IN MY MIND,
ANALOGY OF BOTH ALWAYS KEEP US BIND.
DREAMS TURNED INTO SMOKE AND SPREAD WINGS,
COMING BACK TO ME GASP AND UNIFY IN WRING.
MAY BE ANOTHER DAY SOMEONE BRING TO FRUITION,
THAT DAY MY SOUL WILL BE IN EXUBERATION.
SEEING DREAMS IN EYE OF SOMEONE, AWAKE MY FANTASY,
DIVINE HAS SENT SOMEONE TO RUN MY LEGACY.
Copyright © Meenu Ghildiyal | Year Posted 2025
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