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Cryptic Quill Poem
Would that I could be like you
statue of marble cream
a chisled direction rivaling perfection
from some nameless artisan's dream.
People come to see your beauty
they smile and walk away
Never to get close enough to touch you
never too long to stay
You feel not the darkness
nor rainfall cold and wet
never knowing heartache
of which you cannot forget.
A tear will never fall from your eyes
nor a sob escape your breast
you'll never hear a lovers goodbye
or have a spirit at unrest
Copyright © Cryptic Quill | Year Posted 2011
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Cryptic Quill Poem
I don't chase rainbows,
I've grown too old.
There's no more fantasies
when reality has been told.
I don't believe in Leprechauns
or in pots of gold;
and clouds are just clouds
when imagination's grown cold
The unicorn never was
nor dragons and knights so bold,
Nursery rhymes and father time
the illusions I used to hold.
The dreamer did not awaken,
he merely passed away in his sleep;
I fear the dream faded with him
and for the dreamer I weep.
**Thank you for taking the time to read.
Copyright © Cryptic Quill | Year Posted 2011
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