Dreams Neatly Stacked

Never giving it all

Never losing it all

False wisdom

From the voices of drought

 

Emptying my heart

With a soul left in parts

All promises

Vain wishes in doubt

 

But giving it all

New rain started to fall

My eyes opening up

From inside

 

The clouds pulling back

Showing dreams neatly stacked

Where my will and my spirit

  —reside

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2016)

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