Now, Lone Voyager
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Sandra Feldman
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There,
Where the bird does not fly
Where there are no longer tears
To cry,
Where all has given up
And no longer, do we even try,
To save illusions that have died
Where daffodils have cried,
The day they were to bloom
And roses lost their red
Very much, too soon
A world where dreams were clipped,
Before reaching the moon
And where the sea, drowned itself
In an insignificant lagoon
That is how it feels
When all has lost appeal
Dreams over,
All illusion, gone
Much too soon.
Lone voyager
Where is it
That you sadly,
Travel?
With no baggage,
No dreams,
Left to unravel.
Bu şiiri puanla
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