Touched by a secluded dream that’s so strikingly innocent,
Its crystal flashes squeeze away the bleeding heart fixedly,
Pure feelings are perfectly manifested in life’s flawed sleep,
This dream isn’t fabricated; Power within makes it factual!
It’s potent to step into the real world, real mind, and real me,
This chimera pulls me back into some fantasy lost forever,
I can finger and stroke the “time” when I close my eyes,
But, I knew that I had to return back home, the real home!
The fragmented reminiscences remind me of spent epoch,
It’s sharp; it’s quick and pierces through my craving heart,
And am wounded; ain’t absolute as this dream ceased “me”,
Tore me apart to shed real tears running on naked thoughts!
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