Beyond
The Blue horizon
Lie a Myriad
Of Dreams,
Those that Poets
Write about.
Those that We
As individuals
Dream about,
In our personal
Screens.
Illusions,
For the future,
We're hoping will
Come true,
And be the best
In love and zest,
To make Life
Carry, thru.
And,
Yes, poets are dreamers,
Without any regrets
It's poetry and artistry
That helps us be
And do, our best!
That deep creative spirit
That is sincerely ours,
Like really, nothing else!
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Beautiful. I've kind of given up on writing -almost- but you are making me reconsider. Thank you for the much needed inspiration.
Dear Smokey, you are certainly someone very worthy of being inspired, you do me great honor! So write, write write its about the only way to stay sane today, . Thank you for reading and your kind words.