REFRESHED ASPIRATIONS
The budding of the trees,
and the scent of this renewing season
bring me out from my cocoon.
I arise from winter’s slumber
to face a myriad of possibilities,
of dreams yet to develop
and dreams about to bloom.
From visions formulated
through the opaque moments
of yesterday’s rest,
I am alive with today’s defined purpose
and wander aimlessly no more.
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WITHOUT DREAMS
If I had no dreams,
the words that flow from my pen
would fade from the page.
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