The pink dream is born dead

I can dream to walk on the land
But I don't dream to walk on Mars
I know where I can step
My steps are counted
And all what I want in my life
Is food and poetry no more
I don't have pink dreams
I love to finish my life SINGLE
yes single and lonely
I came to life alone
And I will leave it alone.

Poetry by poet*salem
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Written on 2018-05-13 at 12:20

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