If I could

While there is life, there is hope!

If I could wield the dreaming way
That calls me every night to reach it,
I wish to set a walk away
Of all my willful thoughts to zenith.
If I could burn a piece of luck
From zero hour of my silence,
I wish to hug the last backlog
Of all the dreams and own it always
“If” sounds me as a foggy night
Through tears or laugh, through peace or noise..
I still remain a solitaire
Waiting for my tale to rise…

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