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Dec 2016
It was yesterday that my past spoke to me
I heard familiar chimes ring
I heard the faded chords of songs I used to sing
Oh, how they twinkled
How the pulled me back to a realm only I knew
A world I long forgot

Where daydreams were once painted
Where nightmares now crawl

A world endlessly empty
Where I once spent most of my slumbers
Dancing with sparkling dreams
And waltzing to their tunes
Their ballads and lights lacing my dreams with hope

If only those dreams never came to an end
If only this world of mine had something left
For me to cherish
No fragments of wilting dreams
Their ashes stain my sleep
No more twisted song, no more broken chimes
Those songs live in the hearts of my nightmares

It was yesterday that my past spoke to me
As I ventured a place where my dreams used to be
Relax. It's just fiction.
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Ntwari Poetry
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