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...DREAM ON... A
helicoids stairway of convoluted dreams, Resounding
echoes of a million muted screams, that
echo through these lonely valleys, through
dark back lanes and dingy alleys. A
beauty of gold now turned to stone, the
end of flesh, the beginning of bone. Delusions
of a future, to be hand in hand, the
mirage of a lake in this endless sand. Illusions
of a rainbow, of a pot of gold, Once
a breath of fresh air, now icy & cold Is
it time for me to open these eyes and
face the reality of cold and ice Or
can I dream of a future that never was yet seems gone. And keep my eyes shut and just ......... dream on. ~Obscene~ The Author has copyright © of the poems |