Shattered Dreams (Revised)
Where are my dreams from yesterday
The promise of enduring passion
Benevolence and golden rays
A wreath of flowers crowned my head
They now are wilted laying dead
The sound of music so sweet and deluding
Has left me alone and brooding
I shall not stand and suffer the fool
Who has taken my love and treated me cruel
Replaced is the gown of silver threads
And all thoughts that filled my head
Be quiet I tell my battered soul
I will not dig a deeper hole
Wipe away the tears of sorrow
And wait for dawn to single
The beginning of a bright new day
Then fill your heart with hope of freedom
From the pain you tasted yesterday.
poem by Ingeborg von Finsterwalde
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