The Quiet filled the room. Maribel, Nick,
Perry, Ernie, Francisco, Jessica,
Lizette--we stored up our Sadness, didn't
dare to move or see or be heard, broke
our silence, and became Reserved, we heard
something tell us what It alone could tell us--
how can we find hope in Situations
that seem to Underline our Plight, BOLDFACE
it, and Engrave it in the Soul which Soul
has no Power of Diminishing, Soul Soul
that Swells with more Imagination; What
Defeat? When there is no Winning, nothing
can be Lost and Dreams are all that can be Had.
We Dream of Dreams that remain Dreams: DreamLove
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