MY BROKEN DREAM
I won't be able to fix itIts been broken much too long
some of its pieces are missing
some of them are worn and old.
Some of its pieces still shine
with a glow that never fades
giving warmth to empty spaces
that I can't replace.
Can't put it all back together
It will never be the same...
Dreams after all are just dreams
And I will awake some day!
July, '88
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