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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