Valerie Dohren (13 January 1947 / Southport)
There are only shadows –
to an evaporating world.
Time has etched its purpose upon my soul,
eroding away all vestiges of hope,
and life has written the score
of a melancholy tune
upon my heart.
The way forward
is now obscure –
for the path is overgrown with weeds
looking towards the sun,
do I see a new dawn on the horizon,
a world of promise?
Through blurred eyes -
a mirage unfolds
in the distance.
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