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The Shore
A dream is being built
With twigs and planks
The air around is strong and uncertain
Still the build goes on...
I'm well aware-
One strong blow
and it would fall apart.
There would be left only fragments
Fragmented dreams...
Yet hope is alive
'The 'fragments' live
-the 'present' of the future to be
and of the 'past' that was.
To become a new dream
An old meaning metamorphosed.
And I still continue to build...
And let the waves in.
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