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Now
I will play with my somnolence
and the journey towards the abyss of yours
Will begin.
The next episode is
in the remembrance of these
weary days,
May be something else also …
Something not countable may be.
Oh, time ! , am loosing time
Always in thy dreams,
in a state half awakened.
But if -
Only if these dreams
come into the reality !
If this life would have been nourished by the soft shadows of the clouds ..
If …
You know
I speak so irrelevant now a days
Thoughts are so scattered around
And so much I need to dream yet
Etc.
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