Dreamless eyes in the Spring
stay awake in the middle of night,
Fickle dream bubbles burst
with a single prick of renewal;
melted like the winter snow;
Flowing downwards and rushing,
they merged with the great ocean of illusion.
My eyes stare bare
at the advent of regeneration;
Empty of dreams and dormancy,
they are wide awake and restless :
Awaiting a renewed fill of spectacles.
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