Dream of Pretty Things

Pretty flowers in a pretty vase

Remind me of my pretty place

Remind me of all the pretty things

That only exist in our dreams

The petals fall and turn to dust

The flowers wilt, the vase to rust

The green to brown, brown to black

What once was pretty isn't coming back

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Afzal Shauq's picture

a good dream for new things and the things which are touching your sweet soul and kind heart..love this poem too and sure its the best of few ones... appreciate your poetry...