Distant Dreams

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    Distant Dreams

    In the lonely
    hour of dawn,
    beneath a frosted
    salt and pepper sky,
    silent tears flow,
    staining a heart
    with perpetual pain.
    Comfort and understanding
    hide behind tricky emotions
    and walls built of fear.
    Yet, a heart, pitiful and broken,
    still beats on locked doors,
    hoping love will answer
    the desperate plea
    of distant dreams.

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    Poetry is finer and more philosophical than history; for poetry expresses the universal, and history only the particular.

    Aristotle (384 BC-322 BC) Greek philosopher.

    MargaretMarr’s Poems (5)

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