Two dreams…

first
dream
I lost
on a fib
I had told myself
in frustration of new failures
I saw a new path
on a hope
but Time
moved
on

now
Time
presents
new chances
to chase it again
but new reveries I now have
what to go after?
outcast or
priceless
new
ones


(’12. jan 24.) / (dVerse)

Poetry & writing to me are to me, a breath of fresh air in a life that is sometimes covered by the smoke of sorrow or self doubt. They also become the sweets I share to celebrate when life offers me a reason to. But most of all, they are to me, my life. For each word I write is a piece of my heart, a thought that just had to find its way into the world.

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