Nothing more remains
of the dreams I once held dear—
ashes in my hand.
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Nothing more remains
of the dreams I once held dear—
ashes in my hand.
Mark M. Redfearn 
from ashes new growth
dreams nourish fledgling thoughts
what hope emerges
They slip through my fingers and find flight upon the wind…
I know how it feels.
~Cie~
But new dreams can rise from the ashes. At least I hope so! Wonderful haiku!
May the Phoenix rise up to restore your dreams.
Your haiku is a bit sad… I like it though – and send you the same wish as Gemma before me did. Love from Holland!