Dreams

Dreams,
often loud and jittery,
of what has been and what is yet to see,
of vibrant hues and musical melodies,
of places from another world and fantasies,
of people,
who captured our smiles,
who brought despair,
who would’ve gone those extra miles,
and who would no longer appear,
those dreams,
are now parodies.

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