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Sunday, August 12, 2007

Gone Forever



Walking, slowly
through the yard,
broken, rusted objects
line the driveway, far
as I can see.

It seems, I’ve entered a graveyard,
where old things die,
items that once brought
so much joy, now
they are but junk.

Growing sad, I realize,
someone’s dreams lie there
in the ruins, rotting, waiting
to be revived, like
a phoenix, to live again.

Most are not reborn,
they are gone,
gone forever and
so are the
dreams.


Dan Hanosh
Dreams are yours to Share

My Books: The World Outside My Window, AuthorHouse, 2004

Soon to come, Sleepless Nights


My Poetry at poemhunter.com


My Other Links: Dreams Are Yours To Share
Warriors and Wars
The Moon Also Rises
The World Outside My Window
This Side Of Midnight
Dan’s Room 2 Write


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