Our Dreams Poem by Antony Glaser

Our Dreams

I follow the birds of flight
that are on pious runs
We chase our fate
Asters adorn the footpaths

We drink from the mirth of the pond
our youth spent

Our dreams fades into the bluish light
Black snow trickles through our souls
A kindred spirit taps at the window
how gentle is the night

Wednesday, October 30, 2024
Topic(s) of this poem: fate,snow
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