a man is his dream
beautiful as a celestial star
coloring moonless nights
designs embedded in amber,
Empty tides of hope
fate of shadow caves
gardens full of color
hiding golden secrets
integrated into myth murals
jade and marble
keeping whispers of love
light that does not shine
Misty winter mornings
nostalgia for times gone by
obliterated by the perfume of reality
peacefully suffering for silences
questionnaires filled in blank
reasons misunderstood
sorrows for lost pearls
transported in trains of pain
umbrellas burned by salt
victims of announced loneliness
winners of hands full of nothing
x-ray of erased souls
You will always be my dream.
zig-zagging in storm seasons
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