The Edge Of Hope
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As the years morph into decades,
Time wreaks havoc on your body.
Your hair grays, and your skin wrinkles,
and yet, your inner child doesn't age.
When a spent sun morphs into Night,
dreams take you back to yesteryears.
Memories immortalize youth,
and Time slips into slumber mode.
By altering reality
Sleep fuels fantasy wishes
that tend to feel so surreal,
like treading on the edge of Hope.
Awakened by Dawn's arrival,
Time reverts right back to today.
And the next tomorrow awaits
yonder, over the horizon.
Copyright © Emile Pinet | Year Posted 2018
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