Poets Dream

Faces wash away with rain,
Through shadows crying for souls to stop.
Poets dream of time unseen,
Yesterday a tomorrow that will never breath.
Crusading through time and space,
Hunting beauty hidden in darkness.
Byway of thought they follow,
Heralded by curiosity through danger.





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