Poem: dreamers help beauty to survive

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I used to think that poetry was dead

but then I realized that it could never die

as long as dreamers were alive.


Poetry from a long gone era

of word sword smiths displaying their wit

actors were troubadours reciting brilliance

from a quill dipped in ink on parchment

creating history and the future in candlelit verse.


Love has no distractions

No other comparison

center stage spotlight

swan and rose.


Books travel through imagined experience

the torture of regrets

or the radiance of a wish.

Love’s eyes bless you with super sonic wings

Falling from those fatal heights

is a near death experience.

Every heartbreak brings despair

Sacred timeless mourning

but life remains a miracle.

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