Thought Streams and Dreams
Borne away on winds of music
to realms of peace, of enchantment
where thought streams flow swiftly
where dream bubbles merge, then fade
For want of parachute, of cushion
our return to the world mundane
blurred by tears of bitterest pain
though's never forgotten the gain
Copyright © Gershon Wolf | Year Posted 2022
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