Dreams are prompted...
Dreams are prompted by sweet longing,
Conceived in silence, brought up in despair;
The treacherous feeling of utter belonging
Breeds confidence that your world is fair.
That your notions have ground,
Are immensely profound,
Or at least are noteworthy
For those people, who care;
But this vision is stale,
And as if in slow motion,
You are building a castle
In grey Moscow air.
22.01.16
Conceived in silence, brought up in despair;
The treacherous feeling of utter belonging
Breeds confidence that your world is fair.
That your notions have ground,
Are immensely profound,
Or at least are noteworthy
For those people, who care;
But this vision is stale,
And as if in slow motion,
You are building a castle
In grey Moscow air.
22.01.16
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