I will not write poems

about things that fade

nor will I visit the grave

where my dreams are buried


I will sow the field

where pieces

of me still flourish.

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THis is the 2nd poem today about buried dreams. I'd like to chat w/you about this...just to see if we're on the same page. I love that some parts still flourish. I think that this poem captures where I am, and I believe, many others are, too.