Winds
of Reality
Sometimes I stand
Before cobwebs of
yesterday
And dare to sweep aside
dusty curtains
Edges faded and curled
with ancient time
Somewhere
in the warm
Glow of cold memories
A better moment teases a
locked door
Left forgotten in days of
old
Could
I defy nature
And travel back to my
childhood innocence?
Would I find truth in a
young girl's
Gilded mirror cracked
with imperfection?
Instead
I scream in deaf ears
Those bones have turned
to dust
And blown away
With the winds of reality
Copyright
by Margaret Marr
 
Midi
Playing: When You Are
Sad: Bruce DeBoer
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