Wishful

Burning pyre

Of unfulfilled dreams

Voice choked with ashes

Of inflamed passions.

It is not

The world I wished

It is not

The life I had

In my dreams

I saw with open eyes.

There’s only grey

And some hues of pale blue

I can’t find the green

I always envisioned

Canvasing my whole sky.

It is not

The world I wished

It is not

The life I had

In my dreams

I saw with open eyes.

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