Clear dreams
In dreams clear, beautiful lost myself,
I thought one day be happier.
Far from this dream, I'm here,
Obeying love that one day I wanted
And I see hiding behind the door,
Running from my arms, my eyes.
A fragile hope, old and bent,
Collects in my ways, such thistles.
But by persisting in me,
Babbling the dream I had,
Stubble than I had yet
Feeding the love, terrible beast,
It is fortunate in having a trickle,
Arising from a look, full of sorrow...
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