Darkness It Remains

In a tiny bubble of clouds a thought begins to formulate drawing pictures into dreams then words forming to art. Those were the time of light seeking through those eyes that once opened while dreaming during the days of glory. Now those dreams lay in the night deep inside and smother in darkness where the eyes remain closed and dreams live in regrets. Forever those eyes remain closed it was the only entrance for dreams to come true--nightmares to vanish. Forever dead inside the heart.

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