Monday, July 11, 2022

Lost Dream

A divine music downpour,

That evening of smoky winter month.

The dream voyages,

Enticed my half sleep.

In the heaven of dreams,

I always had soothing drizzling rain.

In the end, it came as lightening

The rain of pain and the pain of rain.


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