Walking Barefoot In My Dream
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Walking barefoot in my dream,
I seek for a running stream
To quench my thirst and lay immersed,
Despite being doomed and cursed.
The scorching sun strings along
Like a shadow that follows daylong.
The incessant path doesn’t seem to cease,
Stubborn not to grant me peace.
Time passed by, yet no sign of dusk,
Even nature seemed rather brusque.
There wasn’t any chirruping bird,
Nor was there any blooming bud.
There was no place to runaway
There was no place as a hideaway,
To escape those glaring invisible eyes
Whose gaze stabs my soul and makes me realize.