In dreams of gold and skies so clear,
We paint a world without a fear.
Yet shadows stretch where light should play,
And in the dusk, the truth gives way.
The perfect scenes, so bright and grand,
Are fragile castles made of sand.
A veil that hides the scars and strife,
The shattered heart of real-life.
The dream is sweet, but seldom true,
In broken streets and skies of gray,
The echoes of a past decay.
Yet in the cracks, where hopes are sewn,
We find the strength to face the known.
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Abbas
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