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Shattered Dream

Awagl - Shattered DreamJIMMY AWAGL

The dream is bitter
Not really better
than days gone by

I walked your way
To be close to your heart
but it was closed to me

The dream is a fairytale
Your love was legendary
until it all turned to clay

The tale of our good old days
The ambitions we shared
walked out of our lives

Love can breathe new dreams
Touch our hearts once again
perhaps it all be renewed

But regret swirls like the wind
from the mountains, to rescind
a friendship attainable no more

Now my hope is a death rose
Petals wilted, nobody knows
whether a downfallen dream can rise

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Michael Dom

I like the melancholy in this poem, like walking brooding in the mountains with wet grass swishing at your feet.

I like this:

"Your love was legendary
until it all turned to clay

"The tale of our good old days
The ambitions we shared
walked out of our lives"

But maybe, 'Now my hope is a dead rose'.

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