Carpet of Fallen Dreams (poetry)

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** Carpet of Fallen Dreams **

The queen of the gnome forest.
Brown, red, yellow, whimsical,
Whoosh whoosh whoosh,
Little green feet, musical.

Fullness, splendor, and abundance,
Like the beauty a fashion house seeks,
Whereas the fragrance of transience,
Its own language the forest speaks.

Progress demands its selfish toll,
As time unravels its seams,
The crunch of leaves beneath her feet,
A carpet of fallen dreams.

Confronted with a new reality,
In her chest, a weight of sorrow,
As whispers of the past retreat,
She mourns the beauty of tomorrow.