Confronting Reality To The Past That Can Never Be The Same Again

we dream,
it is misty and cold
the mountain is dressed in fog
and the whole village
becomes a mirage
of breath taking
dream

as we tread upon a path
towards the
hut,

we were not shaky

we dream
that there is still the two of us here
like many years ago

it is misty and cold
and i am shaking and
afraid

this time
for real

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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