” The Dream “

At the horizon of my eyes,
With each passing day,
On the first and last appearance of rays 
A new dream born and an old dream dies,
But defying the odds one dream always  survives,
Many voices take place in my brain to try vanish it
But the sound of my heartbeat not let the  dies it’s strong echoes ,
That dream is like a moon
And the negative voices in my head appear like wolves ,
The wolves of mind will get their peaceful moon,
The dream will  disappear from the horizon of my eyes soon,
When it had completely attained
After that nothing will left remained unconquered
That  will brings the ultimate peace for my eyes and mind.


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