29 Monday Oct 2018
Posted in Poetry
I’ve no illusions
fleeting or other –
no last consolation
to a prize
never mine
I am the truth
unchanged by admission
words without reason
lines
never mine
Time is for(giving)
of places I wonder
how much I’ve forgotten
of a dream
never mine
. . .
Starry-eyed Writer, Cautious Philosopher, Hopeful Romantic
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Damn. This is so beautiful ❤
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We don’t really forget dreams , Bobbie. We just misplace them, but they come back to us after a while. ……………………….xo
….when we forget, they remember us