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Hope is a thing with feathers, Emily Dickinson.

The Grave of Dreams

by papa55mike

between a man's tears and desperation lies a bleak world deep within an empty hole the pain of his dying dream creates total separation his lost vision permeates the very depths of his soul   standing with an empty crowd by the grave his shoes kick some soil into the distant land he feels the emptiness of dreams nobody could save it drains his life like falling grains of sand   bits of the man's existence propel toward its destiny soil and stone batter the falling spirit of hope deep into the darkness of anguish and futility leaving behind a dreamless mind, unable to cope   until the man's eyes catch a glimpse of light and on new feathers, his spirit takes flight