“Where’d Our Dreams Go?” (Part 3)


Dreaming of our own artistic creations
we’d get lost under the sky.
Holding tight to dreams released in the night
we’d smile.
Why now are we afraid
of the midnight clouds that cover the moon?
The darker the light
the more fascination can bloom,
I guess we have forgotten.

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