Out of the fallen dreams of May
comes the magical mists of Autumn
hiding those broken hearts and dreams
that did not come to fruitition
but the cold nights hold a promise
of red passion under an October moon
and the chance to heal old wounds
and banish the past
All Rights Reserved Rosie Fielding2011
this feels so sad..
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ReplyDeleteThe poem might make you feel that it is sad but very often broken dreams fade when something magical happens, their is always new light at the end of the tunnel so they say!
.yes that is true rosie ..:) x
ReplyDeleteWe must all believe in our dreams , they can sometimes mean something !
ReplyDeleteAlways chasing rainbows huh :-))
ReplyDeleteAh great expectations....
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