A cotton ball of hope was hanging amidst the walls of black,
and the sparkling orb of dreams were scattered in the dark track.
I wish I could carry a floater and float amidst the dusky life,
but dusk won't carry me to my dreams without a sheeny strive.
I run like a super girl to catch the ablaze of dreams,
but the thick pellucid pseudo cloud dashes my walls with a loud scream. #Dreams#yqbaba#quotestitchers#100poemsby_tm#qsbm#qsbmp72#qsbmday24#qsbmbonus24
