Dreams
Dreams are but Illusions,
Things that cannot be,
Like the foam they vanish,
Magically, at Sea
Things that cannot be,
Things that cannot be,
Why do we still want them?
Why do you ask me?
I don't have the answer,
No one is a World,
All I know is sometimes,
Life is so absurd.
poem by Sandra Feldman
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