“Broken Dreams”

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A sliver of light,

From yonder room,

Comes from a window,

I must assume.

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Specks of dust,

On beams they slide,

Singing in glee,

Of days gone by.

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In shadows corner,

Are wandering souls,

Wooden tables,

And empty bowls.

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Once was night,

Consumed by day,

Vanishing dreams,

Just broken clay.

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Disdain memories,

Like mangled ropes,

Hanging on vines,

Of nowhere’s hopes.

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Endless sunshine,

Knocks the door,

Reflects the sadness,

And so much more.

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by

William Hancock © All Rights Reserved

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Poem on Image:  placed by; written by  William Hancock © 2015′