We all cried love,
We all hoped long,
We all cried.
How does it happen?
That all the dreams,
Vanish,
And it all washes thin,
our minds,
Our hearts,
Our compassion.
Nothing left within,
Failure and disappointment,
Crept over,
And killed all that we had,
Hoped.
Leaving emptiness and devastation,
Inside our bodies,
And our outer worlds,
Anyway you say it,
Change.
-12/29/1995
Dana
Creative Dana 
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