Two Thousand Flowers

Every night for the last years I have visit the same place, the same city,

It exist only in my dreams, I have no control over my steps,

I fall asleep and moments later I see myself stranded in the same place again,

this city with no humans, animals, colorless , no life,

I should be afraid of this desolate and empty place,

All I have is curiosity, desire to search as long as I can

before I wake up, All I want is to make this strange dream disappear,

Tonight I came across this strange place again,

I come across a field so green and lush, my breath is taken away,

Upon the field grew beautiful flowers, about two thousand flowers,

Across the field I see my husband holding a white rose,

He passed away years ago, I know this is only a dream,

But I cannot let go, I must be with him,

This place was leading me to him, He was calling for me,

I will not wake up soon.

 

 

 

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