Poem Lorin Bucur

Poem

I often dream of windswept plains Of places never existing Of People never seen, never heard, never felt

And the nostalgia hits like the gentle breeze of a hurricane Although I have never been, never experienced, never lived

I dream of a place Where my own hard work leads to accomplishments, not failure, where my windfalls are not a byproduct of someone else’s gust.

But I know when I wake My dreams will sadly never be

drifting away in my mind taking its place on the plain where time and space don’t exist, where my dreams go to die

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Lorin Bucur