A Dream
sounds, all in eclectic harmony
brim and overflow a dream -
the moaning of a stream,
free, yet restricted like a heart
hesitant to beat, to go on,
but it must - even after pausing like
day dissolving into night;
like the last breath of hope
disappears in its own mist -
never to be truly gone...
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