dreams reminisced when they still were
a gulp away from their realities
intoxicated they seemed
wine spattered as tosses were thrown
high, boisterous laughter resounds
as my spirits drenched in spills
of left overs, or were they memories?
of the dreams i used to have
i hear their voices, nothing but
mere echoes of a chant of the past
they carry me in whirl so fast!
i lost count of the turns, yet
they go on..and on..and
i hear their laughters, fading
now...soon they'll leave
as if they've never come
and i'll remain, not that
it matters...
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