Fallen Dreams
R RoseAnn V. Shawiak
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Living on the edge of a boulder, looking down the mountainside, dreams have fallen into disrepair, leaving a deep emptiness in the hollow of this heart.
There's nothing here to fix or repair this once loved heart, following past heart beats of rhythms that used to be so pure and of this heartache.
Now being stirred by the loneliness that stirs within upon awakening every day here in this temporary world on earth today.
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