Sans Dreams We Do Not Live
If the dream dies,
life is a horse
cripple who no longer
will run anymore ...
if the dreams are gone,
life will be a river
dry and ephemeral
without solution ever ...!
Ps. Reading Langston Hughes
Copyright © Alkas Poetry | Year Posted 2021
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