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Where Dreams Reside
 
There is a place where dreams reside,
and wishes pay no rent.
Retreating from reality,
it wonders where they went.
A poet comes, a helpful scribe
to write on parchment pages.
Words of unrequited love
that's gone on through the ages.
A finger traces lonliness
in words upon a pane.
Just to see the love eclipsed
by fog and drizzling rain.

By MaryZ

© 2017 MaryZ (All rights reserved)

 

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