Dreams Of Powder
Life is a fleeting dream
as snowflakes cover my tears
and raindrops ruffle my visions.
The train station is drawn
by almond blossoms spilled
with loneliness
and a forgotten love.
But, just like powder,
my mind dissipates
and everything repeats.
Looking up for dust,
such held delusions,
without worth or fondness,
I'm laughing at them.
I don't believe in anything.
Still, there is hope,
even in this empty happiness,
I'm still running after my light.
And just like this journey
painlessly, my heart shines,
silently it fades.
The blossoms drying
at the heat of spring,
just as dreams or desires,
there's no depth to it,
it all spills with lies
and a scent of death.
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