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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.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2007

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