Pages of Tomorrow’s,
So, empty,
There is no name of me.
Waiting, holding breath
Like roots searching for water,
In the depth of the earth.
Dreaming in a dream,
Like shadow under light,
Waiving weight of dreams on my back,
Bending, waiting, in the red heart.
A seed to come out
Ambition to root out,
But, tomorrow’s pages, no name,
No name of me.
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