The reflection of the dream looked on the face like sunray,
Like a dove, it took wing and it flew away,
Like a rainbow, it appeared for a while,
On thin lips it died away with a fluent smile.
In the future days, when you were free,
That dream came all of a sudden back to thee,
It transported thee to the felicitous domain,
And a new dream was born again.
04.04.02
The Dream
© Copyright: Ник Ван Лубен, 2002
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