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Empathy with the childhood dreams (Prose Poem) by Prince of Void
Empathy with the childhood dreams
Since my childhood dreamâs died
Iâm wandering along all deserted streets
To the land how much it was green
Now its light is getting darker
Iâm getting colder and older
After all days thorough all curving roads
Just shadows remained upon these nostalgic walls
The walls of past project images
Washed and drifted inside me
They ring in my eyes as tears
Falling down in the ocean of void
Dying down thorough time
They end within irreversible moments
In the grieving and clouded heart of mine
there is nothing to do
Just empathy what I have lost
Since I was born
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