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Thursday, March 25, 2010
Pipe Dreams .... A Sedoka
Rusty and discarded they lie
Where once they glistened with AmbitiousHope
Bound by gossamer webs of the Past.
Shells that no longer hold
The gushing force of raison d’ĂȘtre
Now forgotten and old ..someone's pipe dreams.
5 comments:
pipe dreams is superbbbbb! u gently lead the reader to a rivetting climax, this is a quality that all dont possess!
Your comment is much appreciated annand . I do hope you come back for more :)
thanks for your visit .
Nice little poem..
very thoughtful..I loved it!!
Thanks Arti for reading and your appreciative comment :)
Short and sweet... :)
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