The Dreamers


To the ones who sing

With letters etched in their minds,

searching

For a scrap of paper

To release the visions trapped inside

With wide eyes they

Come to life

Even a surprise to

The visionary mind

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To the dreamers

Who dare to speak

In the tongues

Of their own reality

In which they could

Dance and sing

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They would cry

and scream

As their lovers and friends met

Death against

The creator's cruel reality

Innocent blood

Drips from the pen

Forming a script

With a sudden end.