Monday, April 7, 2014

Scattered Dreams, 1.8.13

Whose dreams are these
Scattered, shattered
On the floor?
How fell they from 
Their rightful place?

Whose hands tore them
From their homes
And shredded them 
With little grace?

Whose dreams are these?
They are crying for
And needing every day

The dreams are gone,
Will not return
For they have passed away

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