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It seems our dreams cannot be real
When we cant trust the way we feel.
For 36 years,
It now appears,
The dream became a fear.
The seraphims song is wrong again
When we hate the hearts of man
Then a haunted hymn of hopeless dispare
Sounds like songs of the soul to our unclear ear.
When we cant trust the way we feel.
For 36 years,
It now appears,
The dream became a fear.
The seraphims song is wrong again
When we hate the hearts of man
Then a haunted hymn of hopeless dispare
Sounds like songs of the soul to our unclear ear.
Published 31st Aug 2019
Author's Note
Ive learned some terrible things about my childhood. I feel if we never like ourselves, then anything we dream about doing cannot be accurate for our souls growth, ya know?
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19th Mar 2024 9:04pm
This poem was amazing. Keep on liberating your talent. Hugs and peace. Oral
