Is Death the End of All Dreams
No sweet memory is like yours:
remembering the spring sun;
I won't let time erase all the kisses
that I gave you each dawn!
Aren't dreams tears of the warm rain?
They fall on fields of daffodils
yellow and bright, then slowly fall down;
I miss the happy smiles
of tender days!
This path leads to meadows of swaying grass,
sunshine makes them gleam;
shadows dance like fireflies...
until they pause to rest:
no time to dream!
My loneliness is your absence,
I follow the radiant stars
that reveal a splendid and quite night;
you can add joy to this sight!
It gets lonely to think that I love to start
the passion of more wonderful nights:
when your heartbeat desperately seeks
the warmth of a true heart!
I look for you everywhere,
searching the places you went;
I'm sad and falling apart:
like those friends who care,
who give and love!
Everyone sees the flow of tears:
is death the end of all dreams?
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