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Sep 2023
The light of my broken soul
shines brightly among the fortress
of yesterday's dreams.

Love flowing endlessly into the
depths of never-ending thoughts
bewildering, demanding, untouched
torments, unresolved, without
compassion and understanding.

Broken verses of knowledge mixed
with wisdom combats tolerant
discipline, known to the broken soul
of yesterday's dreams.

Collect on demand the truth of all dreams
Either they wither away slowly, lost forever
in the greenery of a make-believe
wonderland.


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Harriet Shea
Written by
Harriet Shea  80/F/Mesa Arizona
(80/F/Mesa Arizona)   
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   Weeping willow
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