A dream of a new day with it´s warm light
that melts away the hoar- frost and dissolve the foggy night.
A dream of dew- drops upon red roses.
A dream that this lonely period will pass by
and that one day I find myself again looking into your eyes.
A dream that does not know any distances and develops itself free.
These are my dreams and can´t you see
they drifting loke iridescing soap- bubbles above the clouds to you.
You may say
that I´m only stealing your time away,
that I´m nothing but a dreamer- and not much more...
Perhaps

Text: Mehmet Türkkal

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