Poetry

Vanishing Dreams

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In the back flash of memory’s light,
Vanishing moments slip out of sight,
Time’s tap echoes with a silent top,
As we trip through dreams that never stop.

Yearning for whispers in the blind,
We sigh for the solace we can’t find,
Like a vine, reaching for the sun’s ray,
We grow strong in our own gentle way.

Facing each fear with courage aligned,
We rise above, leaving doubts behind.

MAD

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