Dreamcatcher

dreamcatcher

what happened to all those young dreams

when life still seemed possible?

snagged in the undergrowth

never to take flight

they will wither and die here,

but just for a moment

they are glimpsed again

in every brief golden leaf

before winter crumbles all to dust.

 

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