Hidden Dreams

Dreams in the shadows wake
like spiders in the moonlight.
Sparsely populated, they spin their webs,
their plans of fame and fortune.
With one song they sing,
their wants, their dreams the same.
With one voice they cry,
as tangled in their nets of worth,
they die.
Dust to dust they are,
black in the moonlight,
to one day be revived.

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