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My Dreams

My Dreams
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A gentle drop…
Of small raindrops…
On an early Wednesday morning…
Woke up just fine…
Dreams that slowly fade as I try to open my eyes…
I found tears as I wake…
Was it from my dream?
I never could tell…
There is no memory left…
Why do I feel empty…
As if a hole was taken from me…
What was in my dream?
What happened in my dreams?
I never could recall as it already faded…
I stared at the wet window…
The storm’s almost over…
But it feels like the storm in my heart isn’t…
What could possibly make me cry in my sleep..?
Was it the memory of my childhood?
Was it the memory of a love one?
Or Perhaps the memory of my soul..?
No matter how I figure it out…
Nothing comes to my mind…
Maybe If I try to sleep again…
I will have the recollection of my dream…
Until then…
I will try to remember why I have tears on my eyes…
On this rainy Wednesday morning…





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