Hidden

Another time
Another universe
When my world green,
These dreams
These things
Never are to be
Crossing the gold Valley
Of death and pain
A second time
A second place
A second thing that we say
A Destiny of another time
Across a grassland blue
All these things had come to you
Another choice
Another reason
Inside a snow bound plane
Across the golden valley
And in the hidden sea
Where am I to be?

This poem is about: 
Me
Our world

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