dreams and questions

sometimes they

take a seat in an old armchair

and rest

or wait…



wonder on a black alley

run after rain drops

look for a perfect realisation…


without any reason

they lose their existence


behind the horizon of hope


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2 Responses to dreams and questions

  1. Ian Moone says:

    Like it, vanishing in mystery

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