Starting Over

Published December 23, 2017 by tindertender

Cloudy Eye

Lost dreams and hopes take their toll on a gentle heart.
Good intentions sometimes go bad.
Chipped tea cup, damaged, yet full of memories.
Rejected, broken, shattered.
Ancient stories are familiar, yet when told, seem as dreams.
Faces and places appear before me as though an artist has painted my mind.
Alone, it must have been me.
Imaginary friends, believed in and trusted,
No one told me, no one must.
It doesn’t get much better than that.
Hi level intelligence, watching.
Travel between lands, wine, food, squabbling.
No ancient cure, a new way must be created.


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