I want to fly, fly high where my dreams have no sky as they run wild without any restrictions
Where I, me, myself need no perfection
I want to go to that world, the world of my dreams
Oh but why it had to be a just a dream and not a reality
Coz my darling, you own beautiful and priceless things in your dreams only
But still I want to go to that world
The world where I am my true self, the self which is currently hidden in some random corner of my heart and is dying to come out and scream to the world that life is all about happiness inside out....
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Shalisteen
Poetrysometimes in the core of our heart are words and talks dug deep down which we so effortlessly hide from this world of apparently a huge population but still find ourselves all alone .but then they say let it be out so here is the book nothing just s...
