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Reality and Hope
Posted by Hazel Dream
on
12:45 AM
In the city of small shadows
I walk within my self
Slave of my rigid perception
My dreams are like an orphan beggar
My Existence is lost without definition
They sold me few expensive lies
For all the life I have
So my moments are indifferent
To everything except this sham
But old angels
With wrinkled knowledge
Whispered to my sad heart
butterfly will lure me
Away, to the bliss orchard.
So I am waiting for the yellow spring
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