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A Remembrance of the Forgotten
I sit here in the windowpane Gazing out into the drama of the driven clouds My ears deaf to the lullaby of the morning birds In blue, green and red they rule The kingdom of heaven and sun. All the miracles of the day Invisible to this girl in lay The shadow of a forgotten dream A nightmare, a horror, a sweet dash of pain. Galloping through the rugged ground With pebbles and rocks as obstacles Its hair with the wind floated and danced With the majesty and depth of a hero’s heart. He galloped and galloped Against the wind A mighty horse of the soil’s soul In shades of brown he merged into the scenery Slowly and perfectly. At the period when the sun had to die A thief in darkness With vengeance in his eyes The fate in his hands And sour sweetness of prediction. He cut across the neck of the horse’s life Blurred vision of shocking colour Red, And red In every frame. The hero moved into a deep slumber From which the eyes of life will never open. With falling wet pearls from my eyes I gazed into the driven clouds again Failing to overcome the fear of my sight Which lies in my memory box As a fossil never to be found Embedded, By the fingers of an alien hand Ever again.
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