Foul
build your dream aside the ocean
and it will be taken by the wind and sea
eventually
build it in the mountains
and it will slide down into the falcons beak
eventually
build it in the forest
and somebody will put it to fire and madness
build your dream on the plains
it will be taken by the wind
and rain
build your dream in the city and it will succumb to rage
eventually all dreams will wither
with weather- time and men
with foul intentions.
Copyright © Anthony Biaanco | Year Posted 2020
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