I learned to dream
on an ice-cold day of spring
born without a dawn
on a night when
the sky missed its stars.
I learned to dream
at the end of a day
when the heart
missed all its beats
and the soul missed a tomorrow.
I learned to dream
on a foggy day
I drew the rainbow out of it
I shot stars in the sky
I captured your glance
I made a painting of it
I hung it up in my heart.
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