The sparkle,
Like dreams,
Beckons.
But it is clarity,
That quietly remains,
While dreams fade,
Beliefs wane,
And time is displaced,
As reality silently stares.
The original language of this site is English. Please note that translators impact the meaning of the poems.
The sparkle,
Like dreams,
Beckons.
But it is clarity,
That quietly remains,
While dreams fade,
Beliefs wane,
And time is displaced,
As reality silently stares.