When the wandering poets
wonder about the dreams
of yesterday - who can
say what thoughts will
lie there -
waiting for the mental clay
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Many moods of passion spent
will surely flood their minds
While memories both good
and bad will blend in passing time.
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While fantasy tiptoes across
the chambers of their hearts
echoes of forgotten love
will make the teardrops start.
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All hopes and dreams
once felt - were long
a part of ancient yore.
Be that as it may -
It will one day come
'Knocking On Your Hearts Door.'
© 2011 Connie R. Smith (All Rights Reserved)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Hi Connie-smooth and nice Well done