#251

American Dream 

Dreams spoken, dreams reborn
November approaches, bringing cold
Wheels turning through lives
A flower tries to find meaning in sand
Sand retreats with noonday tide
Grasping futility, whispering winds
the flower catches wind of bloom
Bright and shining, it stands alone

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