Thursday, September 24, 2015

Poem 0 | Fragmented and Whole | In Progress

These faces I see in my dreams
are familiar and temporary,
Like the ones I see in reality,
in my mind during waking hours,
the far and the dead.

2 comments:

Sagrado said...

Wow, I didn't know your blogger account is still active :)

Poet said...

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