by : Bacardi Gold
My nights don’t wish
they only serve choices
My dreams don’t narrate fantasies
they deliver only realities
My realities are my dreams
done in the days where
there are no victims
only conquerors and victors
Who knows how to weave a dream?
a dream liked by the weaver to happen…
then, strength and persistence to succeed
are weapons of war indeed…
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