Dreams, dreams forgotten,
Dreams no longer touched, I no longer
Have nor posse the will to touch.
Dreams like mine that I once had are
Now for the young.
One single rose that slowly grew between
Me and my dream,
That a woman still has shading my eyes
The sun is too bright stinging my eyes yes even
Now as I look back wiping the tears from my old eye's.
Around and above me,
Down and below me to break from the dark I now
Sleep in the shadows.
Look through my window there once was my dream
And how small the flame here burns one candle small.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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