Dreams do hang in unison,
pegged to tired wires,
teased by listless breezes;
dried by life’s desires.

Frayed on every corner,
tangled threads reveal,
stories are unravelling;
such is time’s appeal.

Washed in silent suds,
offered to the rains,
call to be recovered;
rescued from the pain.

Birds in curious waiting,
balance on the line,
thus is doubt attending;
so are dreams denied.

About rosross

Editor, writer, poet.
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