Poem -
A Living Dream
Far from the place that I lie,
An angel is, full of laugh ‘nd cry.
Who cares her sorrow, who cares her moan?
Who plaits her hair, who caresses such a roan?
Whence she has come, whither goes?
Wherefore she is sad, Whimpers pose?
I saw her a long time ago,
Humming a Heavell song of ego.
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