Not nice
Just let them sit there, your dreams
See if they take off, see if they peek
Maybe they will flourish with hope
Maybe your denial will feed there growth.
Will they see an end?
Or will they drown in the flow of time?
You can hope to save but save your hope,
It will run out.
Copyright © Milton Batchelor | Year Posted 2024
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