I dream of dreams i have never had and wonder what if they had come true, would i have replaced them with other dreams or would my life have simply been through?
And by the ancient walls where i stand and wonder, wonder who stood here before, did they dream of me from long ago, would they know me if i stood at their door?
Would they see in my eyes the true love, the true love i found in your heart, is for all dreams a dream without measure, for what worth or value is in any dream, if there is no other to share in its pleasure?
Poetry by Rik
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Written on 2016-11-06 at 01:05
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