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Once, I Had a Dream

All I am left is my stark realities.

They lure me, tease me, haunt me.

Like a faint echo of what could have been, they hang overhead, misting my face with relief.

My weary crow’s feet fill with the hopes of times past and present. I am my own gift today.

We each have one chance to live today right.

Live and love with integrity.

© 2010 by Michelle Ferris

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