Vain Dreams

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Title:     Vain Dreams
Author: Howard V. Sutherland [More Titles by Sutherland]

The trees, my sisters, robed in white,
Now dream of spring;
Of sun-lit day and fragrant night,
Of birds that sing.

They little think that I can tell
About their pain;
They do not know I dream as well
A dream most vain.

[The end]
Howard V. Sutherland's poem: Vain Dreams

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