In twilight's grasp, where shadows roam, A symphony of lost dreams finds its home. Where once they soared on wings of grace, Now veiled in sorrow's tearful embrace.
In distant lands of endless night, Where stars retreat from longing sight, There lies a garden, overgrown, Where dreams now wander all alone.
Once vibrant buds of hope did bloom, Their colors bright, their scents consumed, But time's cruel hand has claimed its toll, Leaving echoes of a distant soul.
The dreams we held, like shimmering sand, Slip through our fingers, beyond command, As fleeting whispers in the breeze, They vanish, lost, with every sneeze.
Yet in the quiet, deepest core, A flicker lingers, a fire's roar, A spark of dreams that can't be quelled, A resolute hope that is compelled.
For dreams, though lost, can still ignite, A phoenix rising from the night, In hearts that dare to hold them dear, They find a way to reappear.
So let us not lament their flight, But cherish dreams in darkest night, For in the realm of endless skies, Lost dreams may soar and mesmerize.
Embrace the whispers in the air, For lost dreams know not of despair, They wander, roam, and gently gleam, In the realm of possibility, it seems.
Though dreams may wander far and wide, They're never truly cast aside, In hearts and minds, they'll always gleam, Lost dreams alive within our dream.
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Poetrylittle book of random poetry Fair warning: Some suicide based poetry
