poetry

About Dreams

I start on my step
Down the traces dim and through the desert
The shriveled grass and brittle branch
It sense adhered to every move of mine

I keep on my run, I keep on my crawl
I hold on for every doubt
I wouldn’t matter
I wouldn’t matter to the sweltering light
And also the brutally night

And if of the storm threatens
And if of hurly-burly thunders
And for they who talking about my ignominy
I would settle it down

God, it was so long my dreams undone
So much times I wasted to find
In my dream written the question of thousands
But they whispered to me to not sorrow
That I’ll find my dreams tomorrow

And now I know whether the unsure
But still I know about one pure
It all begins with love
It all begins with love