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When the World Sleeps
When the world sleeps, the lights turn on,
As the gentle wind blows, their souls burn.
Bright, hopeful dreams brighten every soul,
Like curtains on a windy day, they roll.
Every soul is bright as stars,
Happy as always, smiling from afar.
And they dream up above,
Cozy and lovely, bunched up with love.
When they reach that point, they feel satisfaction,
Just one touch, and the lights take action.
They feel as light as a feather, free of burden,
Carried by peace, they cannot be worsened.
But why isn’t everything like dreams?
Why doesn’t life flow like how peace streams?
Why aren’t we light?
Why is it always dark at night?
Maybe we can, maybe we can’t —
Passions grow right next to where forgotten dreams are planted.
Our dreams are high, but we’re stars that glimmer and match the light.
They rise together in peace and harmony, so much joy in just one night.
So remember, no dream is too high, and no star glimmers too bright.
Catch your dreams and hold them tight,
Because if you let go tonight,
They won’t see the light.
Aayath Afzal Basheer, 7E
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