I never did
become bitter,
never let
my heart freeze,
but slowly,
I loosened
the grip
on the string
of my dream…
Not a death,
but last rites
respectfully
performed,
its helium
finally lost
just above
your shore…
My heart
descended
gently
into your hands;
I felt
that moment,
for inside me,
hope fluttered
again.
Laura Denise 
Hope fluttered again… beautiful Laura ..
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🤗 Thanks, Ivor! 💕
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I once decided not to have dreams, for in attaining a dream, it ceases to be a dream, and becomes something else, real, urbane, passé, a letdown. Many years later, I let myself have dreams again, very little ones, ones I could attain and enjoy and repeat and keep on dreaming. Like a little story on a blog.
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I always feel a bit honored when you talk to me here, so to speak, because I’m quite a fan of your work/posts, Roger. (In fact, I have been feeling quite out of sorts that I am behind on your posts this week!). And I love your ending to this comment!! 😊 PLEASE, keep dreaming! That reminds me of a different poem I once wrote… (finding for you…)
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I’m just a guy trying to live life, but thank you for being kind. Sometimes it’s hard to know what to dream for, and how to get there.
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