dreams

Dreams
have their own wings
as bees,
Everybody wants to hear
the sound of one hundred dreams' wings
fanning the air,
But,
few people are fortunate
enough for it.



I have an uncommon
dream,
which is colourless
and cold,
I hope it lies
on the dark side
of the heart,
I really don't know what is it,
I don't need to know,
But I know it can make me
good!




Dreams have their own
destiny,
They always change like
monsoon,
 the truth is dreams
never dies but changes
as you and me!


dreams give a reason
for breathing
and give legs to
run through
the window of sorrow