The Dream

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    The Dream

    Falling, falling into the clouds for what do I see?
    My painful death or my mind drifting off into space?
    Feeling like I can fly, even for the questions why?
    Dark clouds I see in my bad dreams.
    As I am soaring through the white clouds in my better dreams.
    Even more special to recall, my better dreams are so far.
    The nights filled with horror as I am falling, falling into the clouds.
    Searching for my better self.
    Is the white cloud so fair as darkness prevails?
    Can't get out of the dark cloud, I see!
    "Help me find a way!" Oh, wondrous one!
    For this dream, I am falling, falling into the clouds.
    Just searching for my better self.

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    Poetry comes nearer to vital truth than history.

    Plato (BC 427-BC 347) Greek philosopher.

    Dinescu’s Poems (10)

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