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Dreams from a heart; southern down deep;
Sore and wild, the windy thoughts aloof
The mind and soul, caress the breeze
Of wishes unfulfilled, leaving behind it;
A melange of emotions, colored
By the eternity of time and grief,
And an oscillating faith
Clutched in the claws
Of an undestined unprejudiced dilemma
Of his existence
In both the misty and the mysterious.
An iota of life is once again unheard,
Breathing beneath the stagnant blood;
In a tiny heart, not acerbic not repine;
Of a forlorn child, for ever abandoned,
Trying to dwell for some more time,
Wanting to weave a yet another dream,
From the feudal cocoon of his eternal fantasy flight.
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