Old
Dreams
Collect
In
Corners,
And
Cracks
Along
The
Wall,
Mourners
In
Memory’s
Hall.
Grey
Cobwebs
Of
Regret
Form
A
Constant
Threat.
I sweep
Them
All
Away
With
Each
New
Day,
When
Fresh
Words
Come
Out
To
Play.
AuthorJeanette Collins Archives
July 2017
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