I dreamt I ve found...
The reson for being -
When I woke up, it was gone;
Though some of the faces
I kept on seeing
Kept the traces of its distant sun.
Does a soul have a voice?
Does a heart have a choice?
Daily groping for love, daily losing...
And only tonight finding its thread -
Running and dreaming along a bittersweet track,
Forgiving yourself this amusement.
22.07.2015
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