The
lined up shadows
Of
walking dreams
Kept
marching on
In
the creamy spell
Of
camouflaged vows.
Down
the withering
Valley
of death
They
kept strolling in blinded bouts
Under
a wavering cast of clouds
And
the flickering
Fireflies
beneath.
Suddenly
the Moon rose high
And
the dreams ceased
To
fly
Into
the cemetery
Of
Hopes, Colors and Sighs.
Realization is too good
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