THE DREAM
The dream became reality,
Reality turned to pain,
Pain it turned to sorrow,
And now I call your name.
Your name echoes in the dark,
Dark forms shadows on the walls,
Walls enclose me on my own,
Own is how dreams fall.
Fall you did now your gone,
Gone fare away from here,
Here is where I’m left alone,
Alone, to dream my dear.
By B Kingsford Copyright 2004
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THE DREAM
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