Dreams don’t die

Dreams don’t die.
They wait like white fairies,
In the parks that we do not visit any longer.


They wait like the old women in the corner,
For a kind word, or for death.


They wait like old pets left on the roadside,
For the joke to end, for the car to return.


They wait for the night,
When we are young at heart, and want to play again.


Dreams don’t die,
Or commit suicide, or are murdered.
They wait for us to dream them again.

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