Dreams, An Exercise In Futility Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Dreams, An Exercise In Futility
Waking up from a restless sleep, not wanting to leave a dream
in the midst of an adventure.
A soothing mist covering and calming everything in this human
world.
An exercise in futility, that will take away loneliness and
fulfill emptiness.
So much to hold onto in this world of heartache and forsaken
love as steps of life go their own way, towards the end of life.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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