Dreams
by Sondra Ball
Dreams fly,
whirl,
swirl,
climbing high
on love wings.
Dreams die,
tired,
hard,
falling fast
on hurt wings.
Where do we bury
dead dreams?
    copyright 1997 sondra ball
-*-
 þ SLMR 2.1a þ But I WANT the two in the bush!
--- Opus-CBCS 1.7x via O_QWKer 1.1
---------------