With dreams of happy circumstances,
And minds so blissfully inside a trance.
As wonders whirl in flags in blue grey skies,
The eye to open swiftly as the sun she dies.
Bring morning to a world of imagination.
Like steel and rubber lost somewhere in stagnation.
Aside the pretty few, where winds they blew.
And flameless pride kept waiving by in shadows of a wondrous world then and there reborn anew.
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Author:
RSM (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: December 13th, 2024 17:18
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Comments3
We can only hope for change from dark days to ones brighter. Gilded history peels with age revealing the corrosion underneath
Great write
We have to have hope the world will get better, if we run out of hope, it`s over, Enjoyed the read
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