The Dream

The Dream short poem

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Amidst the night, in the world so quiet
Slumbered mind to take its time;
Tired and weary, losing my control
Into the world of endless hope;
The pain and agony of my endless past
Did come back to haunt me from far;
Closing my eyes you were there
Holding hand and touch so scarce;
My empathy feelings spiked up all
Desire of you did just want more ;
Walking with you down the lane
Listening to you is all I cared;
Tears tripped down my cheeks
The moments of you I just did re-live;
Wish i could relive it more
For time had come to let you go;
The dawn was just yet to break
And my eyes were still wet;
Standing up to welcome the dawn
Thank you girl for the smile you put on.

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