In DreamsA Poem by Young Left Hand
when you know you’re not invincible
yet you are not scared of death where the focus of your passion is set to music by your breathe where the enemy is relentless and the innocent are not spared where the snipers are all around you but once more you are not scared. A dream so important that to wake would mean great loss instinctively you resist it as you turn and twist and toss In dreams you do not think about hunger or what you lack In dreams you touch the hurting and you toss them across your back In Dreams you never tire In Dreams you never break In dreams you only perish when at last in morn you wake. © 2013 Young Left HandReviews
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