Dreaming through the distance misty lives of the unknown; among bellowing clouds where Heavenly bells are heard above laughter silenced long ago, dreaming of yesterday.
Beds of Lotus upon the clouds where I once lay softly, a paradox invading the mind, the spirit a living fire; dreaming of yesterday.
The lives of those left behind are fragile and torn; patchwork hearts are scattered to the four winds, where the light of day and darkness blend, dreaming of yesterday.
I wake, I meditate; and then with a mournful sigh I remember those I have lost, and I am left behind dreaming of yesterday.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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Brilliant poetry, " Beds of Lotus upon the clouds// where I once lay softly, // a paradox invading the mind, // the spirit a living fire//; dreaming of yesterday" enjoyed reading.