I stand in the midst
of my broken dream.

Breathing the hopelessness-
-such a barren, lonely vision-

There is no -sweet breeze-
to uncover a new leaf

Darkened skies-
moisten my cheeks

-Rain cannot wash this away-
cannot rebuild my world-

There is no new start
-no breath of fresh air-

Pools of misery
-and destruction

Flowing and swirling-
teasing- my bare feet
 
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