The pure beauty of soul and thought
Rests upon the lips of the night
The weeping love of nature
Pours from the breast of mother
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This is my sleepless night
Where I keep my dreams alive
The rains of my restless soul
Never come down against my will
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Now she wants me as her eyes
But I have no eyes to share
She wants me as her
Hands
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I sold the land of my
Soul where I had
Fenced the roses of
Dream
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Hope is a freedom!
Let her fly beyond sky!
Dreams are wings!
Let wings to wide in high!
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I wrote this poem
For you
But not with pen!
I wrote it in my mind
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As a bird
I am not free from you
As a wind
I am not free from dreams
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