I have written a poem on Dreams
Wisps of dream floating in the cerulean sky,
Encircled by a fiery halo of hope,
Harmonized by a tranquil zeal,
She caught those silvery wisps one by one.
Always dreaming to hope in a dark night,
Seeing the shiny unicorn coming,
Riding hard on her shortcomings,
Giving a bright glow to her blight,
And fiery passions to ignite.
In the first light of a misty dawn,
She just let go off all those bygones,
Going in search of far horizons,
Trailing glory as she wizened,
Beautiful images now drawn.