It was a dream delicately woven;
Fine threads of silk intricately spun,
Embroidered with hope that made it brighten;
Vibrant hues all blending into one.
Under loving care the cherished dream did thrive.
Soon it was time for it to succeed;
But to achieve itself the lovely dream had to strive,
The world too busy to pay any heed.
Losing its freshness it fast faded;
Unable to resist life’s forces inevitable.
Once exuberant, now old and jaded,
To the arduous trials it had proved susceptible.
A dream nurtured so ardently,
Could it wither as easily?
As I wonder thus, I resume silently,
To spin one more, just as intricately.
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