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Awoke from slumber
the dream could not survive
The valley of sunsettias greeted me
As the hour ticks five
Mirthy liquid laced with poison
washed this body clean
Earthy water flooded the crevices
Of ruins beyond fading gleam
I am a wanderer, no doubt
As mistrals grew harsh and icy
Potpourri of death spilled about
I wonder, will you ever find me?
Shards of dusk lightened the fading foundry
Warmth appears to be lost
Sooner or later the cold will consume me
Hush, can you sense the permafrost?
When I start to feel a little drowsy
The clock will perform its final show
I hope that when it reaches the seventh hour
You wouldn't witness the killing blow
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Exiled Dreamers
PoetryA collection of poems I've written. The title means we're just dreamers who have yearned of merely dreaming and shutting off everything around us. Yet the harsh reality forcefully expels us from this source of happiness of ours. My poetry encompasse...
