Touching Reality Poem by Heather Burns

Touching Reality



Oh yesterday
when we were young

running the gamut
of our hearts.

Playing blissfully
in our fairyland

today touching reality
playtime is a memory.

copyright by heather burns

Thursday, January 24, 2013
Topic(s) of this poem: memory,running
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