MY BROKEN DREAM

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MY BROKEN DREAM

I won't be able to fix it
Its 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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If I feel physically as if the top of my head were taken off, I know that is poetry.

Emily Dickinson (1830-1886) American poet.

mirian’s Poems (7)

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