Oh dreams of gone days
where are you now,
when winter breeze plays
on February brow.
Oh dreams of gone days
my heart is there still,
in shades of its grays
and shadow of its hill.
My days are soon gone
into the light of faraway,
but dreams keep going on
to meet the coming day.
With everything going
and answers not yet here,
like a horizon in glowing
to find its ways everywhere.
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