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Chasing the Dream

CHASING THE DREAM Sahara like breeze blows Nubian melodies serenading warm ebony loins. Nile River ecstasy birth beautiful bronze broods in the spaces left by wandering time. Truth etches freedom threading between the banks of reality; in the shadows of Moses the glimpse from the mountain top reflects fleeing visions of the drummer’s dream deferred. The morning comes: a new day begins.

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Connie Marcum Wong

Date: 6/6/2016 9:18:00 AM

I am sorry for the late response. I was not getting my messages for quite some time. You left a comment for me to read Chasing the wind, I saw this and figuered you just changed the title. This is incredible! You should repost this in one of those contests so more poets get to read it. Cheers, Connie

Iris E. S-Lewis

Date: 2/15/2016 11:39:00 AM

I feeeeell bit of nostalgia reading between these wonderful lines.

Millard Lowe
Date: 2/15/2016 1:45:00 PM

And so it is, my Sister. There is still a way to go before the reality of the vision of the Dream comes to be. Let us continue to journey onward--keeping the flame of hope burning.