Dreams,
A fickle fable,
But held in high esteem
As one narrates an incredulous tale
Of love and passion,
While the stars smirk
In the dark ink blot above.
You hold them in the cradle of your heart
Nursing, befriending it,
But the only reward that it delivers
Is disillusionment, disenchantment
Pushing you from the edge of a precipice
Into a gorge of anguish
Life itself is mercurial like dreams
Kind in one moment
Disloyal in the very next
A voyage in a glistening bubble
Exciting till the bubble bursts
Into a million tiny droplets
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