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With a slight wind blowing the leaves on this cool fair

I sit under the tree I call the tree full of dreams..

One at a time I have a a dream broken these days..

Just wanting someone to sit with me that can understand..

Someone who will listen to my dreams and not shatter them

before they even have a chance to begin..

As a yuong child there did not seem to be enough room of

these brenches..

Seemed they were all so weighed down..

With so much hope..

With so much love that one day they would all one by one come

true..

With so many dreams there just was no way they could all come true..

instead of what is happening now..

One by one they are falling down like the leaves in a breeze..

Freely falling t the ground..

What does one do when the dreams they once had just seem to

keep falling slowly down..



just aimlessly no where else to go..

I still sit under this tree day after day trying to find those hopes and dreams I once had as an adult..

not knowing what to do.

with the heros that lived in those dreams being taken one by one and now the anniverys of there losses coming up so fast..

with the mirror images of those you looked up too falling

apart slowly..

With a life that was surpossed to turm out so differently then

it has..

Unsure of what dreams are surpossed to be anymore..

Hopeing if I continue to sit her day after day that maybe it

will come to me again as that innocent child..

to be able to dream of the fairy tales..

to be able to dream of the whit knights that will rescue me..

Or to just be able to haev a dream that will not make me want

to run or cry.

This dream too I fear is soon to die..

As for so long now I feel my dreams have died..

I only wish I knew where to go from here..

For now I will continue to sit under my dream true..

With what very little hope I still have..

Maybe it will be enough..