poem

You whisper you’re alright

You whisper you’re alright And I see in your eyes The broken self Standing on fatigued bones But dawns rise…

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WHEN DREAMS DIE

On the rise of dawn the dreams wake and flame like conflagrated tropical grasslands of the hot summer. And the…

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