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Buddhism, Christianity, death, despair, destiny, dreams, imagination, loneliness, longing, lost love, mystery
Heartache, old friend,
pull up a memory,
let’s sit by the fire,
drink a toast to the past.
Remind me of dreams
unfulfilled, unforgotten,
soul without substance
denied ’till the last.
She’ll blow me a kiss
as the train leaves the station;
twin silver rails
lead straight to the stars.
We’ll do a few orbits
buzz constellations,
perhaps a layover
at Venus or Mars.
Bring out the map
of trails untraveled,
of paths not pursued,
and deeds left undone.
The time’s growing short —
tomorrow comes early —
left the last sunset,
I’ve not yet begun.
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Soulful muse. Solemn and beautiful. Many thanks for sharing. Warmest regards!
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I must admit this: my mind was at work… picturing the scenario in my mind. This is true art.
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Very tender and loving. Jx
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Simply put, I just love this. Thank you.
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Very Moving.
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Tender, eloquent, and sad. Thanks for a wonderful read 🙂
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Breathtaking. Stunning piece Dennis.
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For me, your words paint a bittersweet world of possibilities and hope.
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A touching piece that resonates!
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Moving. Well done.
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you take words to places others leave untouched
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