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~ Poetry by me ~
Once in a Dream
Once in a dream appeared to me
a figure grim and gaunt;
the questions that this figure asked
my waking days still haunt.
My whole life seemed a dream to me,
this dream a life unwont;
and in the silence whispered he:
"Who are you? What do you want?"
Meanwhile, my fate is bound to his,
I´m living in his bonds;
it never got my turn to ask
who he is, and what he wants.
Those questions two the Old One asked
my troubled soul still taunt;
and still I´m trying to find out
who I am, and what I want.
© 2009 Michaela
Macha
- This poem is in the
Common Domain and may be freely distributed
provided it remains unchanged, including copyright notice and this License -
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