The Dream
The penance for love, is the breaking of a heart,
nothing is for free, even the flowers must die.
A sacrifice made, to the grand design of being,
where a great spirit, is making dreams come to life.
I have heard it said, that each of us has a name,
and mine is "The Dream", and so my dear friend...is yours!
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