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The Dream

A peaceful glow reflects in the shadows
A face emerges masking secret woes
Silent wishes echoes off a long sigh
She slips and falls hard with each wrenching try
One day a gentle hand presents itself
Happiness seeps into the heart by stealth
Time stands still but moments tend to linger
Promise with simply a pinky finger
Standing strong against every weather
Yet delicate as a white dove's feather
A sudden jerk wakes up the lost dreamer
She finds herself in a sad demeanor
Longs for the just world she lived in for years
The sharp realization brings about tears





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