By Tom Abdulali (pen-name)
Dreams of the past never leave my mind,
They are bitter and sometimes kind,
They brighten your life and bring you sorrow,
They are songs of yesterday and rhythms of tomorrow.
They are always with you, like a never-ending song,
They make you week and sometimes strong.
And I’ll never give up my precious dreams
And no matter how strange it might seem –
I will keep the memories of my distant past,
Though your love is gone and those days have passed.
Dreams
© Copyright: Рустам Абдул-Алиев, 2013
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