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What Dreams Bay Come
Desolate,
Solitude from the world,
A breath drawn,
As his sigh hangs softly,
Floating upon the open sky,
Soothing, relaxing,
A man could never feel so alive,
Wanting this moment forever,
To carry with him in his heart,
Yet sadly, he must let go,
Nothing this precious,
Nothing so pure,
It was never meant to last,
Yet he savors this moment,
Seeing once again,
This epic sunset,
The cool breeze running through him,
Able to live once more,
The reflection on this river,
Seeing this never experienced,
Opening his eyes once more,
Reality,
This sea of concrete appears once more.
