Hand Me Your Dreams
You have dreams
Suspended, deferred,
Unfulfilled, you still keep
Them without hope
I am here, tell me your
Dreams, hold them like
Delicate glass
Or white egg
Hand them to me
I will wrap them
With this silk
And tie them with
This golden thread
Away from the
Wicked eyes of the world
poem by Ric S. Bastasa

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