Within the select few
an arrival of a dream
where a heart
soars in the wind
fulfilled in precocious ideals
mired in the story
that never ends
where happily forever afters
exist,
Those who touch
in clouds
have the realization
that sometimes things
don't work out,
But at the same time
life lives on,
releasing reflections
that were once a part of you,
But in the meantime they
drifted farther and farther away
so much
you wonder
was that once me?
In a list
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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The Memory of a Dream , in the Reflection of the Soul . Spawned from what was ...
Well ... at least I like the images it puts in my head
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this is a amazing poem and i enjoyed it alot
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The poignancy of this poem touches the heart, Bill. Life goes on inspite of itself, and eventually brings the realization of that life and it's meaning.
An excellent piece, my friend
Dee
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