Come to My Dream Poem
This is a poem about my father, he was died when i was a child as an introvert.
COME TO MY DREAM
COME TO MY DREAM
Unending sorrow in my heart
You are weep in my heart
Unending wound in my heart
You are deep in my heart
If Those time I was not a tacit one
I could make some close memory
If Those time I was not afraid of you
I could make a picture of you
Everyone cherish you in their memory
But I couldn’t remind you in my memory
I want you to be my bosom friend
I want to know the great soul
I close my eyes to bring you in my dream
Always I open my eyes with despite
Those time you were quest for me
Now more than the fear I’m questing for you
Where are you my beloved father
come to my dream to make some memory
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