Monday, 28 February 2011

Dreams

I bid farewell to my dreams of old
equal parts of piety and gold
dreams which I myself mis-sold
and in their pursuit tried to remould

I wrote them out in three different ways
making sure that they do not stay
one went to wind, another to waves
and of the third, only ashes remain

A blank page before me, white and pure
waiting patiently for dreams anew
maybe these will be worthy of pursuit
as I bid my old ones adieu

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Another weak one. Apologies
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3 comments:

  1. A Learning Soul1 March 2011 at 19:58

    I, for one, loved it. Your poems are very thought provoking. The second stanza is beautiful, keep it up!

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  2. R5 March 2011 at 06:53

    Weak, this is definitely not...

    I don't really know how to describe it, except that it made me feel nostalgic, with a bit of that weird unnameable pain that feels strangely good.

    Well done =)

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  3. Imran5 March 2011 at 07:28

    Thank you =)

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