How Delusive Is Reality
Many dreams start at a river,
rowing that boat into the unknown...
to fill up eyes with fantasy!
Many wishes we whisper through fear,
doubting they'll reach a golden dawn...
how delusive is reality!
Entered in Nette onclaud's contest,
" Senses For A Sestet "
written by Andrew Crisci
on 11/7/2013
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