The Broken Dream...

Her sad eyes looked up at me
in a sudden fear of all that is...
I knew that the pain had traveled
in her soul all these many years;
that the secret heart of her heart
held back the furies of broken promises,
of unblessed touchings in the dark of the mind.
Her silent eyes channeled the dreams
of little girls in white dresses,
of spring bouquets and dandilions
and the warmth of the sun in a smile!
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