I used to dream of poetry
By Cally
Floating here, On the edge of reality, Slipping through walls that border insanity Wondering about the transience, That makes up life And desire, Wondering about the drive, the passion the fire Floating on dreams That once were of poetry, Changing focus Edges blur, in a new clarity Worries ebb And slither away I lift my heart To the new day. Written February 10th, 2002 © on Feb 10 2002 07:23 AM PST 0 • 12
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