Tuesday, 28 November 2017

Memories

My dreams-
Full of dusty roads
and endless sky
Lonely nights 
Lost with my soul
Tired of the fight
Against Tyrannical might
My dreams-
turn to you
A memory as lost as me
I cry to my soul
Nothing but a construct
Of lonely images
Filling my pages
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