Standing

under pouring rain

alone with my dreams

longing for the bright sun

for that, they can shine

in near future.

But frigid strong wind

blows in the way

freezes deep

everything

into a long winter sleep

and my dreams fall into oblivion

as dead cold.

Oh, luck of grace,

winter passes quickly by

and soon spring reaches out

to everyone.

Hope arises decisively

so do ambitions

hand in hand

with my dreams

awakening from deep darkness.

Bright light falls upon them,

finally,

and my dreams become

courageous reality.

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