lost dream

Poetry by Anurag Sharma Ω Art by William Shenewolf

a lost dream of mine
i got on the way
but mouth was shut
what to say
it was the day not the night
there was every thing bright
but it is true new
she is not mine
she was like a dream
which i found on the way
as the leaf of tree
fall and fly with the wind
and went some where
where that out of my reach