The Recurring Dream | A Poem

by L.M. Browning, from a working collection

 

In a land beyond the pervading dark,

in a state beyond the fever-pitch,

in a dialog beyond the finding of blame,

I’m hoping to find you

and build a home where we can

live the life we deserve.

 

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