parched.

parched.

A Poem by honeyleens
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sometimes, dreams lay to waste, like sands unmoved by time.

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Three days without water.
Drunk on air and sun-dappled leaves, 
but we're heading out to see
All the grains of sand that each could be
A dream undreamt by broken minds.
Lost in all this unchanged time,
these shards lay parched and confined.
Melded into a mirage that must show
All the dreams that we did throw,
When we were dried up and ready to go.

© 2011 honeyleens


Author's Note

honeyleens
This was actually a work in progress, as I was wanting to make it longer. For some reason, the idea of being without water seemed like how it would feel to be without a dream. Even though I think it's still a rough draft, I decided to post it b/c i'm not sure I'll do anything with it. Let me know what you think of it.

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I really enjoyed this write. Makes one ponder.

Posted 13 Years Ago

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 Added on July 13, 2011
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