When I take my last breath,
All the moments of this life shall seem,
As nothing more then the death,
Of a long, yet fleeting dream.
For dreams, they drift away,
As the mind awakens…fade to dust.
Lost in the eternal fray,
They perish, as all dreams must…
So we can greet the day.
K. Aldaya, 4/27/23
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