Hopeful For Another Dream
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The same old dream of my youth age,
I have forgotten it but it wasn't dead,
it was stored in the unconscious cells,
and today it was activated some how.
It's me, it's you and it's a garden,
walking in a pleasant evening,
your hand in my hand,
we aren't talking,
we are thinking of the child
still in his mother' womb.
Dreaming the child may be healthy and cute!
The refreshed dream has changed a little,
it's me me, it's you and it's a garden,
a child with one hand in your hand,
and the other hand in my hand,
who is this that created a distance
between you and me,
again I think it's a beautiful mighty link,
assuring a lovely future,
like an insurance policy.
Now I know why the dormant dream,
has been activated.
The same old sweet child is in the labor room,
and sitting on the chairs of a maternity clinic,
we are not talking,
we are just dreaming,
to walk with our grandchild,
with one of her hands in your hand,
and the other in my hands.
Distance between you and me will be increased
but the link will be strengthened.
Though I am not sure,
but let me hope,
this beautiful dream will be activated once again,
after a couple of years,
but who knows!
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