Your hair is lost in the forest,
your feet touching mine.
Asleep you are bigger than the night,
but your dream fits within this room.
How much we are who are so little!
Outside a taxi passes
with its load of ghosts.
The river that runs by
is always
running back.
Will tomorrow be another day?
Last Dawn
Octavio Paz
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Poem topics: dream, hair, lost, night, river, running, room, tomorrow, Valentine's Day, I love you, I miss you, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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