Dreams and Silver Coins

all those dreams-
instead I count
falling stars

 

hawk feather
the weight of her words
trailing mountain peaks

 

shooting star
our conversation
takes a turn..

 

western sun the way it soothes me warm concrete

 

all my wishes
the sparkle
of silver coins

 

crescent moon
tracing the outline
of my broken dreams

 

scrambling for the last drop of crumbs lost lover

 

dragonfly
I spiral
into a dream

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