Sep 2015
I stare at you
Through a small tear between dreams
and reality.
So this is where you were hiding all this time.
Immortal, after all.
Through a small tear between dreams
and reality.
So this is where you were hiding all this time.
Immortal, after all.
You can never die when you live on in our dreams and hearts. This is poem 9 in my "What Dreams May Come" poetry challenge to write 10 poems in 14 days based on the dreams of the night before.
(Texas)
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