The Moodiness Of A PoetA Poem by A.A.RomanczukI find myself lost in daydreams Each as heartwrenchingly beautiful and unlikely As the next Still there is something of poetry Even in the dryest grain of sand A few solitary tears fall unbidden Are they tears of sorrow? Are they tears of joy? They are simply tears accompanying a sigh An unexplainable heaviness That soon will pass Perhaps it is nothing A silly human phenomenon That needs not substance To make it real I see flowers blooming Where life cannot be Created by the threads of my mind I see pale moons like suns shining Tis true © 2010 A.A.RomanczukFeatured Review
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14 Reviews Added on September 26, 2010 Last Updated on September 26, 2010 AuthorA.A.RomanczukNJAbout“A dreamer is one who can only find his way by moonlight, and his punishment is that he sees the dawn before the rest of the world.” - Oscar Wilde Feel free to check out my first publis.. more..Writing
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