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. BastasaReport problemRelated quotes
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