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The first time







The first time
I dreamed of you
you were difficult to find
and then to follow
no door could stand in my way
fom there
we have travelled to gardens
of such beauty
no words can express
the peace there
and I remember
at least I believe I do
you calling me back
from a flight into the light
who are you
haunter of my dreams
loving me
then abandoning me
all in one night
over and over it happens
making me want no other
a symptom of insanity
or strange reality
mirroring only a desire
or truth in existence
I would do anything
for the love I feel
concealed in those dreams
to share it with someone
would it be you
or someone else
could I truly love
are there answers
or only silence
in response to my prayers







ęby: Karen Damon





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