A Tear's Dream - Part 2
I have seen dreams before i was even born
I come to live them, joyful or forlorn
Looking through the mirror of the eyes
What kind of tear i am is no surprise
Taking refuge in the darkness of the duct
I wait
Suddenly the Mirrors of the eye; shut down
In the blackness of death i almost drown
I am alone, no other tears around
Feeling vibrations, echoes from the ear
A Broken Heart speaks the words you should hear
I listen
To be Continued
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