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Dreams

Jan 8, 2025
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Updated: Jul 12, 2025

By Queena Khoja


The tears burn even more 

When you miss someone who died

But I smile through those tears too

Because I can't let go of my pride

The dreams scare me

He tells me someone who died seven years ago is still alive 

Yes she is alive 

Alive in my thoughts 

In my dreams 

In my heart 

This dream woke me up 

Early in the morning 

They leave back some tears 

They leave back some fear 

I am scared,  it's been seven years 

What if I forgot how she looks

How she sounds, walks, talks, or cook

But all I can say now is 

Her death left a scar 

No med can cure


By Queena Khoja



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