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Poetry> I weave a dreamI weave a dream
Creeping slowly as the night climbs,
While the moon soars and my passion rise,
I wish I could bring back
Bring back that pink day
Bring back Valentine's Day.
And yet, let not a hollow promise tempt me to dream wonders,
They falter so often that I am lame.
This heart is scared,
Let not today follow yesterday.
But how could I chain my frantic heart-
It ceases to listen.
Would you claim for me back from despair,
A handful of daylight, a handful of hope?
Yes, tempting night it is which weaves this dream-
The morrow may see the crumbling ruins.
Or, you permitting
It might not!
17th February, 2003. |