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Slow and softly in her summer dress
She twirls her hair around
Her velvet fingers so plain
In her head she questions her existence
Like a wandering pilgrim
Searching for something safe
While the cars all pass below
Her high-rise window, she escapes
Into a dream he left inside her head
Children laughing as she tucks them in
To a dream he left inside her head
On a dusty shelf the books still stand
So ridged with their backbones
There may not even be printing
With the answers still so far away
She questions to herself
Is this even life that she’s be living
Inside a dream
Inside a leaf still budding
There’s a strength possessed
In merely knowing that
The best days are still coming
the last line of the poem is very much inspiring. i like this poem.
Dr. Zayed Bin Zakir Shawon