There was a night, I had a dream
the understanding was plain when seen.
I don't know what caused this curse,
but I do know nothing felt worse.
I dreamed of some foreign land
a waterless sea of which there is no man.
A smokey mist risen from this ground
I hear a wind and strange unlike sound.
In this foreign land built of my mind,
smell in the air to my nostril not kind.
Surrounded by land, that's been wounded from war,
it appears that here , there will be no more.
Up ahead in the horizons light,
I saw a shocking vision and question my sight.
A statue of a woman dressed in a gown,
she held a torch in her hand and someone
knocked her down...
I Dreamt in the 1980's
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