A Thousand Dreams
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A thousand dreams are left to still be dreamt,
To angel arms my sweet and loved were sent;
So far from here- and I just write and weep.
I write this glorious sorrow I keep.
I hold my pain within, twisted and bent,
A thousand dreams are left to still be dreamt;
I am trembling, so sad is this journey.
Tell me dear Lord, will you give me mercy?
Will these sad dreams just go on for always?
Dear Lord will you open other doorways?
A thousand dreams are left to still be dreamt,
And oh, this sadness- is this what you meant?
Just open up the door and my soul will soar,
Then it will sing and float above, and roar.
My destiny has been to grieve what came and went.
A thousand dreams are left to still be dreamt.
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January 25, 2016
Poetry/Quatern/Rhymed/A Thousand Dreams
Copyright Protected, ID 16-748-902-0
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
For the contest, Quatern Rhymed,
Sponsor, Andrea Dietrich
Third Place
Copyright © Constance La France | Year Posted 2016
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