Our Dreams
Sometimes our dreams
when they come true
are not all what
we thought they would be.
Some hold a little disappointment
that you can never share.
Some show a little promise
then flicker like a candle light
before being extinguished
by the cold wind at night.
1 September 2008
poem by David Harris
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