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Jul 2016
A dream,
that used to be a beautiful dream,
becomes a nightmare.

I couldn’t wake up,
as the rain kept singing for me,
my old favourite verse.

My scream,
shouting 'it’s only a dream',
once woke me up.

As the rain laid me back,
I closed my eyes,
with the same nightmare.

As the rain goes,
the dream ends,
my day begins.

What a bad morning.
20 July 2016
10:34
Joz
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Joz  Singapore
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