The Futile Nature Of Dreams Poem by vince gullaci
The Futile Nature Of Dreams
The truth
lies
somewhere
between
fickle and fate.
Wednesday, February 1, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: fate,lies,life
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8/24/2026 1:23:51 AM # rel_20260813T193622Z_3aad590
Perhaps, that's why dreams are good breakfast, but also a bad supper. Beautiful and nicely encapsulated poem elegantly brought forth. Thanks for sharing.