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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