Dreamers |
A fair dream hangs around
to cherish, to remember, to fall apart.
To make this life filled with love
And make every end, a new start.
The bridge stands to witness
what nature stores within.
A hope, a desire, a due instinct,
With ample times to take a hold.
where whispers of glorious past
reveal the moments, kept and sold.
The desperate moon up in the sky
looks down at us to see
the shine that makes him jealous,
The light that follows a destiny.
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