It's time to realize,
to conceal once again,
to tuck it all away,
and never make pretend.
Dreams live forever
reoccurring when they may,
but they rarely come ture.
To hide away
and see that dream,
to handle it with care;
love that is a prophesy
seen inside a tear
kept hidden forever.
3/14/84
Copyright 1984 RFA
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