100 Years in My Dream

In my exile the only hope 
Was the hole in one corner of the damped wall
Those streaming rays when touched my palm
My neck , my forehead
The stench of my body and soul suddenly became a perishing after-war accomplishment.
The iron chain around my waist, and legs felt ashamed in front of my spirit..
My wounds were a superficial damage ...
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The war was for you, 
I had a dream of living a hundred years with you , may be more than that;
In crisis , in peace , in health or in sickness..
I did.
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Now.Today.
I am free.Hundred years passed.I survived to breathe this free air.
My body aches; vision are less...
Thing happens and vanishes from my mind so often
 I can see you ... hazy but perfect..laughing, screaming , dancing under the blue vast sky.
Do you recognize me ?
Yes I am here..I am here for you .To live in you.
Remember me .. green eyes , rusty hair..mole on right cheek?
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No ?
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Hundred years...
My eyes remain always cloudy now..
Sometimes due to age..sometimes in happiness.
For that I see my dream come true in you~~~~