Dream; than reality I like
Don't have the winter strike.
that froze, that bud; fades.
Newborn bloom autumnal,
in December sleep.
Again spring of new day.
New dawn March sun pray.
To heal to feel hope awakes,
of bud sleepy to flower;
at more deep.
In dream thus lies hope.
Survives through reality dope.
©astrophel
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