Hidden Dreams Poem by W.B. Mad

Hidden Dreams



Dreams real and yet still indifferent.
Left on old rickety shelves for further investigation.
Dreams left in the dark spaces.
Hiding from the world, and all the peering eyes.
Lights shining bright on old horizons.
The old dreams illuminated.

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W.B. Mad

W.B. Mad

Indianapolis, Indiana
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