Our Dreams Are No More At All

When dark nights prey on Those pretty days anytime, It means everything goes The wrong way in our life... The more those nights get darker, The more we become unhappy... Longer nights bring despair Unlike those brighter days That gladden us greatly... Our whole dreams turn darker In their entities to that Extent in which we think Them as horrible nightmares... All dreams evaporate like Anything that vanishes For ever and ever... We, as a result, don't have Those pretty dreams which We used to have them anytime... Our whole dreams turn dreamless And our whole life is, but A dreamless life amid loss... ______________________________________________________________________