Be A Dream, But True

Last rope is gone, a spark of hope
I am weak and lonely wanderer without home
Read my real to heal my soul

Be a dream
Be a fantasy
But a real one
To be my only truth

Turn now tears into a smile
If miracles exist
Be the one I believe in with all my heart

Paint my world with colours
This real is dim and pale
Plant bright flowers
Upon the edge of day

Take memories from the tale
Sing me a lullaby to make the pain just flow away

Let me dream without fear
Falling asleep in warm arms so dear
Feeling your breath so near
Let me hold your hand through years

I need nothing, but one simple dream all in bloom
One only miracle to be true
I need nothing, but you…

Published by Linlin

Editor, poet, translator

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