XXIV - Dreamer (Working Title)

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Sleepless days, tired nights,

Hopeless thoughts, silent fights, 

Maybe there'll be a day when this will end.

Darkened towns, city lights,

All apart, all unite,

One day all these dreamers will ascend.

- Work in Progress; I know, this is clearly NOT a haiku. I wanted to try something else. A different type of poem. If all goes well, these will become lyrics. Tell me what you think so far :)

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