The Repercussion of Dreams

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THE REPERCUSSION of dreams, alas.

The horizons we seek

Like the evening constellations

Before its kind stargazers

Invite upon a festivity;

Reside majestically over the heavens—
Shine—shimmer—gleam—capitulate;

A lurid mirage of broken dreams

Ample promises of luminous showers

Spectators stared intriguingly—
Standing, witnessing a sweating endless fever.


Woke up, teary eyed

Looked out the window,

A mockingbird flying by,

A crowd of people staring back

A crowd of people turned away.





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