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[Vanished]

Dreams

While I do not know the reasons why,
. Dreams do not but live to die.
In my mind they wonder,
. As perfect as a gem.
But as they bring themselves to bear,
. All their flaws set in.
Of dirt or flesh, of cloth or stone,
. They soon begin to fester, rust or crack.
The twisted reality of existence thrusts its self upon them,
. And in my failings I still all but wonder why
Dreams do not but live to die.

Edited by Vanished, 18 September 2012 - 11:27 PM.

[Ransom]

I remember well your last poem, and wonder if you have new words to express yourself with. Give us a new offering, I promise it will be well received in this dead place of forgotten poets.

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Edited by Ransom, 20 September 2012 - 12:11 AM.