the promise of
a thousand splendid
tomorrows,and they shine
like the new sun.
they are golden
and green
and you
could never hope
to hold them -
to grasp them
in your fist.
they are sweet
like new grass
and bitter
like old tears
and they are not
only for you.
This is all I could remember from a mantra I said in a dream. When I woke up, I wrote it down as fast as I could.
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