Floating Away Poem by Sandra Feldman
Floating Away
Dreams are made of imaginary foam,
Tell me little birdie,
Where are they now?
It seems to be all over,
Looking for that four leaf clover,
Over...illusions not knocking at my door,
Reality keeps saying, nevermore,
I know...When certain loves are gone,
It's hard to feel the morning Sun.
Tuesday, May 30, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: nostalgia
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5/12/2024 2:16:51 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Very tender thoughts which I really can identify with.