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What Comes Of Dreams
Oh, why so many dreams bestowed
in young and tender years,
fall into drifting dust decay
then sadly disappear.
Are dreams to blame for broken hearts
and quiet hour’s remorse?
Or is the dreamer born of guilt
for veering from its course?
Are dreams unfair for rising up
to skies in brilliant hue?
Perhaps they take no time for thought
and ask too much to d...
Sunday 10th March 2024 4:05 pm
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