From the serrated edge
Of words rude and curt,
The pieces are sharp
Rough edges hurt
Of the broken dreams
In my closed eyes,
Shut to the sun
And the clear skies.
Broken dreams are shed
And in turn
Room is made
For new ones
For now, my eyes are a rain forest...
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Open your arms to embrace a new day,
Open your eyes and stare at the sun,
Its not the words that hurt but the source from which they were spoken,
Dare to dream a dream that cannot be broken
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