a spark of hope
from out of the blue
a glint, a beam, a stroke
an ever changing hue
the image before me
danced a merry tune
the dreams that came to me
reminded me of brides in June
light and darkness
hope and despair
joy and sadness
tell me, can you repair?
no more sparks
no more glints and beams
everything is temporary
...even dreams
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