I dreamt about you last night
We were in a forest
Golden paths intertwined
We were holding hands
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I suppose the nightmare was the realisation that he was no longer there.
She is in love with somebody else in her dreams and perhaps her poems too and it seems real life starts with a nightmare.
Golden paths! ! ! ! Dreaming, Break up. Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
We ran to a secret shelter we kissed You looked at me with love in your eyes Then I awoke to this nightmare....the nightmare that we have broken up. at the end it is painful. you began with such a feeling of love. thank u. tony
It was a lovely dream but sadly the nightmare of waking up to reality.
I suppose the nightmare was the realisation that he was no longer there.