The crystal clear breath
Of our imaginations
Hangs like mouth fog
In the chilled air
Surrounding our lives.
Dreams or nightmares,
Some creations
Can put you on your knees.
If 'what is' was wonderful,
We wouldn't half live
In what we hope for.
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The crystal clear breath
Of our imaginations
Hangs like mouth fog
In the chilled air
Surrounding our lives.
Dreams or nightmares,
Some creations
Can put you on your knees.
If 'what is' was wonderful,
We wouldn't half live
In what we hope for.
Loved reading your old poems....
Thanks Nasra! I'm glad you enjoyed it and glad to know people go to the trouble of looking through the archives! There's lots here, please enjoy!
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