Sunday, 27 December 2015

The subsiding wind!

 A bit of me died
A bit of me cried
As I saw
The wind of
My dreams

Little by little
A part of me
Became a  part
Of the ashes
That surrounded
Neither was I found
Nor was the soul.

They saw me
And assumed
I was alive
Didn't they know
My soul was
Deprived of light?

My dreams
My imagination
My aggression
My passion
They belong to me
The way the stars
Belong to the night sky

I'm not incomplete
Without them
I'm inexistent
Without my dreams
For they are
As essential as
My breath.

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