DREAM 
 

Aswani Siwakoti
Toronto, Canada
DOB: July 1997 

Her red hair, glowing in the sun,

Her blue eyes, calm as can be,

But sharper than a gun

She lifts her head,

And she stares at me,

I can see right through her,

Her clean, blue eyes are beautiful

Her clear, skin, so full of colors 
 

She knows something,

Most of us have forgotten

She takes her time,

As she moves to the music in her head

The movement of her shadow

Makes you want to stand up

And join her in the silly little games she plays 
 

I wake up,

And everything is forgotten

I start my day

The same as the last

And end the same way

I know as a matter of fact,

I will never get to live my dreams