Early Works - Dreams Impossible Poem by David Harris
Early Works - Dreams Impossible
The scented perfume of spring
entering every nook and cranny
the serenade of birds winging high
sends music to everyone around
of love and joyful things
they say to us are bound.
So why do we search the skies
for dreams impossible to share?
Date unknown
Wednesday, August 26, 2009
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