THE AFTERNOON DREAM

In life some dreams are chased
only after the dreams are shaped
Like a rolling stone gathered no moss
Some dreams would remain a toss

Will this time, luck in bounties flow
This summer, will a true love grow
Nevertheless, this while, it’s sweet
Some nothingness sure has melted deep

Some sweet a rose did the eyes behold
Made a belief, it were an acquaintance old
The heart did make few merrier sounds
And made a wish that love abounds

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