I thought I knew the pain
How it was going to be
Only I’d stayed
The broken road
Somewhere lost
What was so dear
Like secretes that fell
To hollow spaces
Beneath the stones
A leaf at play in a stream
Flows the distance
Chasing hopes so clear
loosing to the waves
Holding close the time
I have left to dream
Keeping them dry
From the rain...
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7 comments:
George
Wonderful to see this post, I can step inside the poem and feel at home there
Linda
Lovely poem.
I love the wistful tone here and the craft of the poem. Your sentiments are always heartfelt, leaving the reader pensive. Great to see you, George!
George,
Beautiful words, made me reflect... I don't believe in broken roads... but nonetheless I cherish the dreams.
-Alex
I love this, it's wonderful George!
Thanks Linda,
It's always a pleasure when you drop by.
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Cherie,
Good to see the visit, it's been along time. Thanks for the comment.
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Kaye,
I always enjoy hearing from you, leaving me your heart warming responses.
Great to see you too...
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Alex,
I'm glad you like it..
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Noelle,
Such a sweet friend, thanks you...
WoW! what a wonderful masterpiece.=)
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