i open blinds one more time
to let street light to come
even moths found thier home
so clear i can smell dream
filling up my; my tiny room
dreams are still here with me
waiting for young ears to be
should i let them see or keep
my heart weeps in night's creep
oh! my dripping mind almost done
reaching, waiting hoping some
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