A dream,
Elusive as a wisp
In the breeze.
Floating softly
Across the depths of my mind.
Echoing from
One crevice
To eternity,
And back again,
This time
Even more devastating
Than before.
And then,
It’s departure,
As swift as it’s arrival,
My love,
My life,
My dream.
-Leigh Livermore, RVN 1970
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