On Writing
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.
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.
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