I had great plans for the beginning of a new month, but somehow they haven’t materialised. Anita’s poem, from this time last year, sums up my state of mind this morning…
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The Longing…
Time steals your dreams, if you let it
Hunger fills the hope of what once was
Every evening brings new dreams
Hope dances in and out of your thoughts
Longing leads you down new roads
Over strange tracks, where the ghost of yesterday wait
You remind yourself there are no ghosts
The tap on your shoulder, drags you to a dark place
A dim light illuminates a puzzle board
Choose wisely, these words are underlined
Each dream belongs to another
They are guaranteed to come true
Choose one, then leave your token at the door
If you dare…
©AnitaDawes2024
Spooky!
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