A ferocious dream
Sparked by imagination
Harboured by a desire
Never to be fulfilled
Lost in a trance
Dazzled by sweet lies
Reaching out to grasp
Wisps of the insubstantial
Dutifully attempting
To fill up the hollow emptiness
Like a persistent thirst
Never to be quenched
But in desperation
And the betrayal of wisdom
Only to poison oneself
By deeds of blindness
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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This poem is one which any poet would have been glad to have written. It is totally unexpected in one so young. Easy