Last night I dreamt a dream
I don’t know, what can it mean?
That I was a wounded Angel
Guarded by scary strangers
I was like a fallen leaf
Darken eyes and hopeless grief
Soon my eyes filled with mischief
Want to fly away from this sickness
Demon inside long for the freedom
But my inner self waiting for the reason.
This was written for Essence of Reminiscence. Thank you, Priya for the second lovely prompt- Mischiefs And Pranks…