dreams lost

a dream is lost

as where it lies

but on the ground

the catcher stands 

the saddest thing

is not we sleep

but dreams not found

on sunset streets

we say farewell

to tears we weep

memories fly

like startled birds

tasting chocolate

and wine so sweet.

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