On the Verge
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Will there ever be a time dreams come true,
or the impossible becomes the norm?
And the universe recognizes you;
not as the thirsty flower, but the storm!
Reality stealthily disappears;
yesterdays outnumber your tomorrows.
And having cried over a billion tears,
you start to drown in a sea of sorrows.
Can magic wishes indeed be real;
a pot of gold under every rainbow?
And if you truly believe, will you feel
God's love; will it eventually show?
It is nearly impossible to dream,
teetering upon the verge of a scream!
Copyright © Emile Pinet | Year Posted 2018
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