Dreamland

Childhood dreams

Even if you forget

God remembers

Reading became a passion

Becoming an author became

A dream

Writing went on

Sleepless nights passed like water

Rejection flowed in

But determination was still on

To become an author

Lost words

Lost memory

Lost relations

Coiled into the reality

But hope didn't leave me

Struggles named me

Depression borrowed me

But days we're pure

Of sun shines

And the night was filled with moon silence

Finally,

The day arrived

When my book saw the light

Dreams come true

The only thing that proves the dream

Is time