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Dreams once shattered, shredded so thin
It became hard to see where once started
An implausible beginning an unlikely end
Do they ever cease, conclude all that matters?
Or is it a shift of the torn and the tattered
Voices in my head speak peaceful and kind
An understanding that dreams can get better with time
Just like love can be a magnificent desert bloom
A rare inclination sometimes ending to soon
To late to return to sleep and the complacent smiles
The sunflowers that are grown for miles and miles
A place where home was once but now gone
Away from most of the intangible wrongs
A vanity that seems wild and far from a vision
Life is a lesson and is filled with decisions
Dreams are always there overflowing provision
Much Love Much Life