~ Might “Things” Dream? ~A Poem by MiseryYes I dream I... Dream... Of human-ness Of lovely-ness Meant not for
me Yet I do
dream; Of fondest
touch And slow
caress Of passion’s
blush In glow of dawn; Until I see This metal
me Reflected true In waters
still; And for a
time I cease to
dream Of
human-ness And love’s
caress. --Misery © 2017 Misery |
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Added on January 17, 2017 Last Updated on January 17, 2017 AuthorMiseryAZAboutJust a Lost Poet (no patrons; no diplomas; no institutions; no grants), stranded upon a heap of one thousand dog-eared poems - words born of miseries witnessed in many lives and landscapes. Regardi.. more..Writing
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