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Our Dreams
Our dreams are the sprouting seedlings
reaching to the light of wondrous thought
But the journeys return from misted realms
will leave little bounty of what is brought
Where our spirits soared up high, we sought
and then matched our wits with deities
In waking, our words are but memories
crumbs from a feast of possibilities
and where in reality...
even the simplest task overwhelms
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