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Dreams Die Not Silently

Dreams die not quietly
but with a whisper.

Supplicants
withering away as
beggars pleading in
hushed tones for sustenance.

Asking for only the barest necessity.

Ignored, but too weak to scream
wishes wither without strength.

One by one they perish
falling from heights
unknown.

Hope
soon follows
suit.

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  • Lady Michaella
    April 22

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    wow.. this is amazing..
    your vocabulary is fantastic, and this whole poem is just fantastic.. well done
    very well expressed and cool form
    x


  • myrataal silver member
    April 13, 2008
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    What a lovely form poem ...

    like an urn holding tears ...

    Wonderfully expressed too.

    Well done!

    Myra