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Dream

My dream is gone but I still keep
The remnants of its solemn glory;
‘Tis time for tears but I don’t weep,
For this eternal woe’s my only worry.

And naïve hopes are crushing into dust
By neverending gale of solitude;
The clouds’ve covered the heaven’s vast,
But they are false, they can delude!

The drops of blood embellish every line
And every poem’s full of unshed tears;
The blurry image in the glass of wine
Reveals all of your hidden fears.

Thus still I keep the slivers of my dream
That stab my heart with every breath;
Yet softness of the hope unseen
Don’t let me yield to the oblivion of death.

1 June 2005

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