Frayed Edges

August 14, 2011 at 11:46 pm Leave a comment

It’s not just an image
Dreams will carry you on
Fluttering wings, frayed edges of pictures
Old and worn, deep in your pocket
To be gently withdrawn once a year
For a furtive glance at what had been a chance
Lose yourself in a trance and snatch the circumstance.
Wander in the far expanse and you will see
That seemingly impossible dreams come naturally
To the artfully ambitious dreamer

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