Stolen Dreams
By J. Lynne Moore
Stolen dreams die,
In the judgment bed of sin;
Skeletal fragments,
Of what could have been.
Don’t remember me,
In this life interrupted.
What could have, should have,
Is now corrupted.
I will not lay in wait,
For dreams that boiled away.
Ample time is left ahead,
And I will not be lead astray.
© 2016 -2018 Cashmere Illusions.blog /J.Lynne Moore All Rights Reserved
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These are powerful.
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Thank you Andrew!
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Thank you Andrew, I will check it out!
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Should link to a site called pendantry and a blog about the gravatar.
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I will look that one up too!
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