Yesterday I was alone
Behind the ally of thought
Doubts were growing wild
The dusty silence
You are the last and least rise
Fog and mist
Dream of truth couldn't breath
In me I found life is precious
Once said consider done
but too much words
wasted a paper
Ink might be faded at the real issues
Reality.
Malaya Roses
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/closed-dream/
