Monday, February 20

The Dream of Love



In this dream that I saw
Me and you together
Singing in the rain
Under the cloud cover
Not marred by the cold
But enjoying our warmth
Feeling the numbness
Shearing the pleasure
Holding our both hands
Looking in to your eyes
Searching for your gaze
Yet blankness I discover
Looking straight through me
Undermining my existence
Like a brute odd force
Separating our relation

Oh then do I realize
That it is not true
For in reality
Through me straight you won’t look
This is just a nightmare
A cold play memories me, fool
For in real, you are dead
Never to be in vision

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