Fall Dreams
Ashby Smith

Fall is a time of change you see
Not only for the leaves
But for you and me
As the temperature drops
On my quaint city
The sun follows suit
Bringing my dreams.

But what’s in a dram
This illusion of life
That can taste so sweet
Or be bitter in spite

Of any effort you make
To keep it alive, but
Whatever it takes
Don’t let it die.

Keep it held tight, but
Don’t crush its light
For if you stay strong
Dream becomes life.

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