Weak-limbed thoughts...
Tired out dreams...
Strained visions...
Hazy roads...
I stop
and
rest
Quick-footed world...
Fast love and the
Swift lovers...
Wasted...
I stop
and
wait
Someday it'll all be fine...
Dreams well-lived...
Things clear and
Love found...
I cling
on to
faith
Don't all of us? This poem is just what I have been thinking about...
ReplyDelete:) It's almost like a beautiful Music video. It's Pop. It's real. It has a 'been there' beauty.
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