Dreams and hopes... ...

My third story... ...

It's sad,
Deep inside me,
She is telling me,
Her dreams are still,
Scattered everywhere... ...

She flew up to the sky,
With her pure white wings,
Searching the last pieces,
Of her hopes... ...

She dreams and yet she hopes,
Without dreams,
She can't hope,
But still,
She tried so hard,
To dream... ...

Though she dreams,
Agony awaits her,
Every night she moans,
Just like a crow,
That can't fly... ...

It's the wings of fate,
That binds her,
That made her even more,
Even more to hope,
Her dream would never wither away... ...

...continues...