The Graveyard of My Dreams
My dreams dies
As they are built.
The mem'ries slips away
While I make them stay.
I try to smile,
And walk a thousand mile,
But they bring me down,
Like a mirthless clown.
I want to build a castle,
But the foundations
crumble from within,
Try as I might to make them stand
Labels: Poems, Reflections


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