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Isradella waits for ghosts of lovers past to homogenize
Perfect recipes of want ingredients elusive beg materialize
Abundant beauty falls shorter than ideal too rarefied
Hope ever lives in one who strives for vision so eulogized
Reality proves tepid in life-dreams eye and Isradella cries
Disbelieve the sellers unattainable perfection and real-eyes
Love no longer exists the world’s forgotten to individualize
Frances Macaulay Forde
Read poems about / on: beauty, hope, world, life, love, dream
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