The End Of Dreams - Poem by Maia Padua
How can I live?
When my heart flows in the streams of pain?
How can I go on with love's journey?
When it's only a shadow I see?
Love, how can you be so cruel?
Making my heart a slave
Let me find the mystery in you
Take me away from this misery
Let me live free from your slavery
Love helps me find myself
And knew I'm not numb to feel
Finds myself drifting
In the ocean of burning love
In a lake of doubts and confusions
In a garden of dreams and fantasies
Just fantasies, never a reality.
Like a dream, remains a dream
Lost when a new dawn comes
A new dawn, a new dream too
Living in reality, not on fantasy
Just a dream, treasured in my diary
A diary of my life, the love in me.
From the pages of my dreams
I found you and the real me.
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