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ON A MORNING SUCH AS THIS
On a morning such as this
clouds accumulate
up in the blue heaven
the same heaven my eyes see
with burning passion
and a proposal of a gift or an offer
of dreams trapped in my mind
the same dreams kept in my memory
even
on a morning such as this
On a morning such as this
the sunlight
is a gentle caress
to the eyes that once in while
I close
to feel
the kiss of the sun
to wake
the dreams lost in my memory
on a morning such as this
And that was when I realized
that heaven
when stared at for too long
the clouds
that may have accumulated
or may have gone flimsy as cotton
the clouds
continue to move,
continue to move away
But I don't know
if the clouds are saying goodbye
because I have also walked
away
from the origins
of the dreams trapped in my mind
Every day, every week
every month, every year
every step towards the future
every new dream
is death
to the older dreams
that on a morning such as this
flying clouds
and blue skies
the dreams that have been trapped in my mind
are the very same dreams guarded in my memory
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