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Dream and Reality
Dream and Reality In my dreams, you are a reality, I can feel you the way I want, In my dreams, we have stability, As sweet memories don’t haunt. But in reality, you are a distant dream, Untouched for so long, In reality, I don’t flow along your stream, We are different tunes of the same song. Oft, the days are spent in dreaming of you, My conscious and unconscious rely, Oft, the days I think I’ve found my beau, My love is something that money can’t buy. Seldom, in reality do we collide, With anxious days and nights, Seldom, in reality we would abide; I shudder with thoughts of changing sights. In dreams, you come to me in fragments, Failing to capture your essence, In dreams, I am harrowing with rents: Since I am not a person of affluence. Oh! When will my dream and reality merge? Even Cupid is in debt of arrows! When will I convey my upsurge? As Aphrodite sends her flock of sparrows. The day, I stop dreaming of you— My thoughts would be dead. The day, old is exchanged by new— I should slumber on an empty head.
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