The hues of dreams and insomnia

I fear to sleep and I fear to wake up. Another chance I'll miss and I'll keep myself distant. Detached from this world in finding ways to protect my fragile doubts. And my reflections say these words to me- Maybe a life will come where you can see the mountains from your empty corridor of nostalgic dreams. And you can remember all the rhythms you had in your pulse when you first played your piano. And it always sang to you, a morning awaits for you. From the collection "A town on the hill".

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