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My Dream Perhaps, but

I cried, for.... I was alone.

And the couloir, was full, of talus.

I cried because .....

All colours, were a shade, 

too far..... from, a rainbow.

And no one heard 

Now I'm sad, beyond.... all, measurable comprehension .

To a degree, that only, dead lovers know. 

And none, shall now soothe my fettered brow.

I once wished, and found..... my dream!

But alas, I, was....., 

not hers!

Giajl © Jim Love