I wove my dreams with fine silk thread
Intricate patterns of roses in red
Lilies dressed in pristine white
Yellow daffodils bathed in sunlight
Depheniums of midnight blue
Violets of a different hue
A world filled with a rich palette
Yellow, blue, green, orange and scarlet.
As the gentle breeze blew,
As the streams tinkled through.
I approached my dreams on tiptoes,
Held them gently and hugged them so
But as the thunderclouds appeared
The colours slowly disappeared
What I held was a dream no more
And as I watched helplessly, the intricate pattern tore
Surrounded, not by flowers dancing in the breeze
and kissing sunlight, but dead leaves
Taunting sounds doing their rounds
Their high pitched tones astound
Shattered fabric
Splintered glass
Shredded dreams
Fall on the grass
But rise I will and weave again
A delicate pattern, hiding my pain
For there is no greater tragedy
Than a girl who wallows in her misery
My world will be filled
With roses red and delpheniums blue,
Yellow daffodils and crysanthamams too
Lilies dressed in pristine white
All dancing and kissing the sunlight
Their fragrance sweet and warm
That will hold me tight
and keep me safe during storms.
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