The Hallucinations
I breathe, I feel, the home of my land,
Like the joy of the squirrels with the berries of tender rays.
Away from the barks, I shine along the needs of my sands,
Like a dream never nourished till the end of the ocean's bay.
I see the dawn with the scream of woes.
Ah! Never sensed the joy of a laugh,
Away from the way of my hopes.
Never felt the feel of a fruit's kernel -
So sweet and with a polished taste of naught.
As my memory haunts the ruins -
Of all the jolly smiles of my present vows,
I get the mirage of gathering clouds,
Drifting towards the end of my woes.
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