A permanent fading ~ poem ~

A puffy dandelion catch my sight
Swinging smoothly on my right
While i tried to grasp a fading hope
It flowed away with no tears to mope

How poor is that tiny creature
With one grasp i destroyed its feature
And yet .. The pieces of my tiny creature flew
With one windy blow

Surfing randomly ... Searching for a clue
To solve the mystery gloom of dreaming
To search for the real meaning

It`s honorable to watch them all flying
No matter
How`s the weather

The tiny pieces survived
As i continued living my life

Their is no dead line for flying away with a thought ~

I always used to wonder about how few drops of pureness are wisely enough to heal a broken heart . In a way or another the hole dreaming thing has changed my personality & I finally can see clearly a lighted path , leading me to a faithful fate where the wise success is essentially useful .

~ their is no dead line for flying away with a thought ! ~

Untitled note ~

In that gloomy harvested road ... My misery stands , overwhelmed with all kind of feelings you could ever imagined ... I can transform it into something pure but what if my destiny refuses to change ?!!!
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I'll strat to arrange !



I'll stand proudly wherever my misery stands ... I'll kill that deep source of guilt wisely ... I'll search for an opportunity

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Written by my Shade
Princess