Twilight Whispers Poems
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Old people dream.
I dream, too.
I dream about the friends with whom I'll grow old,
I dream about the person whose hands I'll hold,
I dream about being young and in love,
I dream about loved ones, looking down from above.
I dream of the places I'll one day see,
I dream of being wild and free,
I dream of my house, high on the rocks,
I dream of the sand underneath my socks.
I dream of the people I'd love to greet,
I dream of the things I'll say when we meet,
I dream of hearing ...
The moon was dark, the sky was black
The wind was bitter and strong
I hugged my knees and wondered
Where I should belong.
My mind became all muddled
Tangled and confused
My heart felt cold and broken
Lonely and accused.