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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