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by Sharmagne Leland-St. John


They say
A dream upon awakening
Is shattered
Just like glass

And all that I remember was
My dreams were made of sand
Woven from the howling wind
In a foreign land
Like a tern above the clouds
On feathered wings I soared
Silence was never a part of me
And my oceans always roared
They tossed and turned and roiled
Above the murkey depths
Clad in gypsy tatters
Above the waves I wept


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