Monday, 5 September 2011

Dreams on Sale

And even this day one couldn't erase?
What trappings of life, like a bribed mass, marched.
Into the softest of my heart they charged..

For when Joy is chasing Regret..
Holding life's flag violently astir..
The joy reduces to joy's murmur.

What hope then and what despair..
One the other feeds and propells,
Dream like,the dreamer his dream sells

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