Where is your heaven,
your dream of happiness?
What is left from you
for us?
Is it a song,
a book,
a sculpture,
an image,
a verse,
an engraving?
Is some of your happiness in
a dream for constant dreaming -
a little piece of heaven,
ready for distribution,
without any gains?
Preserved only
borrowed from others
for a time -
an idea of you,
dreams now in thee
of forgotten time?
A remnant
saved from the decay,
a dream that is
looking for your reality -
and love as
an echo?
Do you still know a dance
put you in a Trance -
and detached from
your own luck - and
opens up new worlds
for free views?
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© Floy Dy Ra,05.07.2015
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