The Cemetery of Dead Dreams
I reject another year
of not knowing where
two thousand & twenty five
planted seeds of inspiration
that stayed buried
in the curated soil of hope…
The cemetery of dead dreams
Suffocated by dirt.
I don’t mourn
I’ll begin again and plant
two thousand and twenty six
dreams that didn’t die.
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