softly you touched
moments I treasure
laid strangely still ...
espoused hope
of serene drops
a dream you left
of butterfly wings
of humming birds
of busy bees ...
doused fires of rage
my menagerie of glass
shattered to tiny bits
sprayed swayed like little stars
shining in dimly lit skies ....
wondering what, where
and how
those dreams met whom and when.
those dreams met whom and when.
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