The dark is here
from inside night,
with everywhere
shadows and light.
Dreams going through
in their deep gray,
nothing is there true
in their dark play.
Going merry go round
pictures of deep,
somewhere from found
inside your sleep.
Fantasy playing
into your mind,
nothing though staying
the dusky will find.
You and dreams
dancing away,
‘till the first gleams
of a glinting day.
Life is a glow
memories song,
dreams too and fro
on their way to go.
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A beautiful poem on life and its incessant flow. Loved the way it is crafted. Thanks for sharing.