Brooks always go to rivers
and rivers finally
end up in the sea
your dreams go everywhere
floating here and there
and they are washed ashore
by the high tide of reality
and you realize bitterly
that real life is often
like the morning dew
faking tears on flowers
and vanishing when you try
to catch its pearls
Claude Lopez-Ginisty
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