Gone Are the Dreamers
Ashes of youth
all in a magic circle
evolve and fade
drowned in the rain.
Wind was a thin whisper
silken, sad, and uncertain.
A spark aglow became
a diamond-strung.
The kiss of emerald
to catch more glitter.
A star almost shining
where have all the
dreamers gone.
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