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Yesteryear’s Dreams

Solitary stands the muted flame

unable even to flicker in dreams,

left in the huge castle of-

loneliness not even you near by,

feeling each moment the pang of eons.

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Speechless remain the wax gods

when even the hands of time

nay know to soothe the pain

of separation from beloved soul

as the little fairy leaves me alone.
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When so fragile the mirror of faith

is scratched by careless fate,

I fall nailed to the barren sand

lashed by yesteryear’s dreams.

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when love whips with its sweet pangs

when love whips with its sweet pangs
i whither like infant moon fallen
in this night from sky of hope,
nay able to even shed
a drop of tear for his beloved sky.
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when separation kills brutally each dream,
i beg like a beggar maid here
whose hands were erased by her lover lord
with a promise of a life in palace of smiles
and left on sands of this crowded street.