Withered Old Book 


A well designed road led to a well planned city 

Gates were open in welcome just for me. 

Crossing the threshold, I dreamt of dreams with eyes open wide 

Held together by fragments of hope lost over time. 

Maybe this is it, my haven. 

A place where I belong, this city of my dreams.  

Call it a day dream, a dream nonetheless,

Starting something new, call it a chapter in my withered old book. 

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