The Reality of Dreams
In beauty runs an illness too terrible
to meet.
In compition lives an energy dangerous
to keep.
In love there breaths a passion so personal
and deep.
That forests will burn and people
still sleep
Is unbarable but still to be awake and live in reality is
would be life incomplete.
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