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P I L L O W D R E A M S
A Community Arts Project as part of Silver Arts 2018
He walks at night when the streets are bare, washed of the day's dust and despair.
Silence hums and shadows bend, a quiet path with dreams too
tired to lend.
In his weary hands, the trolley sways, a pillow tucked in
soft malaise.
Its weight light, its meaning deep
a cradle of dreams he
cannot keep.
He seeks a place where dreams
take flight, beneath the hush of
silver light.
In solitude, his soul runs deep,
And dreams are all he has
to keep.
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