Dream: Innocence in the Wilderness


Last night I dreamt of a pristine person,
Covered in newly-polished shiny armour,
Marching alone into the wilderness of era,
Sword sheathed unready for the monsoon.
In the dream I felt his naïve young soul,
Spoiled brat competing for a lady’s hand,
An unknown figure stormed into his neck,
No sense of life!
And the shadow disappeared into thin air.
Thursday, 18th of September 2014
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