Poetry Ive Heard In Dreams

*Like a drop of water in a mountain stream, as are the people to the city of Rome.*

*Every man is cursed, to suffer and yearn… To crave the fire, but not to burn.*

My mind is a very strange place. I dreamed these verses a long time ago, but only now got to writing them down. Funny, because in my waking state, I can’t stand most poetry.

 

 

 

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