Whispers of Rain: A Dreamer’s Reflection
The delicious breath of rain in the air
Just rest, free like the air
The sound of rain
Falling ever so near
oh, how lovely it seems,
What a lovely dream.
To dance in the rain,
And let go of all that pain
Even if it’s a dream
I want it to be real
Yearning for what we earned
I can only wish it wasn’t a dream
someday what a funny word it is,
Someday shall it become a reality?
Someday shall it just disappear?
someday — a funny word it is indeed
Truly it is
The unpredictable nature of it all
Someday something might happen
On other days nothing at all
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I always find myself asking
*Will it be today will it be tomorrow or will it be someday*
perhaps that is why life is such a mystery,
Perhaps that is why it is filled with a history.
The idea of unpredictable situations
Allows the idea of discontinuation.
Perhaps — dreams may just be dreams
Amazing in site indeed
It’s what I expected from another like me
Cursed and shunned by this reality
The souls we seek
may change or not
A dream Maybe a dream but it is something we can make
I can see a future where we are somewhat Free
Perhaps we are alike,
Eyes that see the world as it is,
Not some mere fantasy or dream.
Dreams are dreams for a reason,
some more deadly than poison.
A taste of freedom is quite divine.
Maybe one day it shall shine
