Existence
My existence has resurrected somehow
Somehow I am breathing again
My wounds have started to heal
Somehow my pain has eased
This crimson red land of mine
Has somehow turned green again
This time blossoms have not bled
This time spring has not fled
Let nobody wake me up from this dream
For reality I don’t dare to face
For eternity I want to live this dream
Or let some magic wand do the trick
To change this dream into reality……
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