poetry

Hopefuls

Intensify

After my dream

Looping in heaven

Crashing to earth

Drinks on the beach

But cycles teach

my hopefuls to die. 

Why is it easier to remember than to forget?

One thing I remember

Is everything dies. 

So

Did it die?

Or is it just sleeping?

Or is that my hopefuls

Again beating the horse.

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