Dreams are fading
Into a backwash
Of beautiful sad
And daring days.
A window into a hope
That surpasses
All beauty, but is
Bound up so tight.
Will we ever be set free?
Free to dream in colours
That we've never seen,
And dance with a joy
Beyond our understanding?
Is it just me or is my poetry skill improving just a smidge? I think I’m getting better, don’t you?
Ella XxX
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