He sealed each envelope
Some were heavy
Some were light
Some were day
Some were night
There were ones encrusted with jewels
Made out of money
There were ones ragged and half unfinished
Dirty and tear stained
There were others see-through and open
There were others welded together and black
There were doodles and sketches
Poems and verses
Lyrics and quotes
Paintings and notes
Each envelope was to be handled with care
And each one dropped
Or lost along the way
Would be another dream
Never to be lived
He was clumsy and had shaky hands. The delivery system was also a complicated, confusing process.
Dreams rarely ever get lived.
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PoesíaA poetry collection. Some chapters are dedicated to people for voting, commenting, etc. Highest Ranking: #137 in Poetry
