By dreamland
Tango
How many dreams, how many fates
the live meets and separates
Yesterday forward, tomorrow backwards
in strange cycle of fates
Memories here, even there
one collected, other scattered
I see in a blink world that is yet not found
with one final flaming match
Moon of the wild, or one hope
is rising slowly, and as if it's sign
Traveller in the night finds boat and shore
and it goes erstwhile again to find love
Memories, memories, memories...
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