I catch sight of dream always
I need acute to survive
With dream,
Broken dream and new-born dream.
To cling to dream is nice effort to survive.
I want not rest in the abyss of despair.
No bird of solace waits for me
To make me fly.
I wait for myself and for dream
Because it makes me imagine
And learn to fly.
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