“Oft beguiled”

In the deserted twilight

days pass by monotonously

passenger thoughts

steal my sleep

I look in the distance

I feel the dew on my cheek

I’d like to escape

to stretch out my arms and fly

I dream with open eyes

The eyelid of cold nights comes down

I wander

through so many begotten dreams

in my own expressive workshop

locked in a drawer

dozens of notes speak about loves

vivid images of the past

a musing

appears when I least expect it

straining out hopes

I don’t have courage to listen

I was too often

beguiled


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