Loom Of Dreams

Loom Of Dreams short poem

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It was a dream delicately woven
Fine threads of silk intricately spun,
Embroidered with hope that made it brighten
Vibrant hues all blending into one.

Under loving care the cherished dream did thrive.
Soon it was time for it to succeed
But to achieve itself the lovely dream had to strive,
The world too busy to pay any heed.

Losing its freshness it fast faded
Unable to resist life’s forces inevitable.
Once exuberant, now old and jaded,
To the arduous trials it had proved susceptible.

A dream nurtured so ardently
Could it wither as easily?
As I wonder thus, I resume silently
To spin one more, just as intricately.

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Keith Wilson
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I loved the last 2 lines..”..I resume silently. To spin one more…” Persistence and an undying relentless hope makes for beautiful dreams

Thank you for expressing …write more!!!

Keith Wilson
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more…more…tell me what your heart has woven…

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