July 05, 2020

Like a dream

This is the place where we used to go
where the trees were as green as your eyes.
But now the dusty soil has overcome it all
and we have been forced out like flies.

This is the place that we used to know
where the sky was as blue as the sea.
But now we are left with mere echoes
And they, too 
                         f
                                             d
                               a
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                                                             like a dream.



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