Dreams
My dreams, running over the brim,
Shall be the subject of Earth’s whims
For the wind is changing
And my breath is bursting
With this new intoxication
Bringing me to elation!
To hurt me, you never will,
For your heart shall not allow you to
A tender one it is
Hidden behind a rugged look with a brave front.
What is this happening to us, the two lost souls?
Our paths did cross,
Since then, we never wished to stray
Is it a gift from the one who died on a cross?
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