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Confronting Reality To The Past That Can Never Be The Same Again
we dream,
it is misty and cold
the mountain is dressed in fog
and the whole village
becomes a mirage
of breath taking
dream
as we tread upon a path
towards the
hut,
we were not shaky
we dream
that there is still the two of us here
like many years ago
it is misty and cold
and i am shaking and
afraid
this time
for real
poem
by
Ric S. Bastasa
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