Dream
When I 'll be gone, One day, My spirit will return
And be familiar With this place And even welcomed. The glow of it Will
fill the spaceBut no one Will remember And neither understand The secret
bind The final scene, the faithful stroke accomplishment Of an unfinished
chapter I dream about Entire celebration, Each time my brush With gentle
touch, Crossing the surface Is imprinting all my sadness, Washed in, with
infinite delight. With patience I can bear The agony in Dull detention
of the time, But dreaming Of my figures Mounted on the walls, With special
elegance Reviving memory of me To maybe few, remembering My ever restless
awkward presence. My son will walk inside, Without resentment For the stupid
pain of past, with winning sweetest smile of his, remembering each promise
He will be proud of me As final act To be and to remain with him For ever
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