If I were a dream of fire,
I would blaze during the darkest of times.
I would carry the embers of hope
to those lost in the obscurity of time,
and those who know longer
carry the candle of hope,
extinguished by circumstance
beyond their control.
The downtrodden, the homeless,
and those who have lost their way
among the stars of the misbegotten
who can no longer dream of a time
where hope was possible
or maybe even alive.
2/21/20
MX ES
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