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Writer's pictureFarhad Merchant

Dreams of Tomorrow (Archives: Written in Teens)

I live for today, ‘Tomorrow never comes’, Yet I hum away, To the beat of the drums.


The drums are a sign, A sign of tomorrow, So I stand in line, For a glimpse I can borrow.


The dreams are my own, In them I make tomorrow, I leave unturned no stone, And face abreast the sorrow.


But dreams are dreams are dreams, In a flash they are gone, But one day, it seems, Will come a new dawn.




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