Paper Dreams

Obliterated. Faceless.

Who journeyed so far.

I heard the dream,

All was well.

Not so, today.

Gone. For so long.

Some flames refuse to flicker;

Love burns the soul.

Still, time turns,

Shifting horizons, shifting dreams.

In the end,

Fate will win.

Always.

-Anne Frandi-Coory

1 comment

J Matthew Waters said: 16 January, 201210:02 am

Strange how fate seems to win in the end while nothing stays constant. Enjoyed reading this one, Anne. Nice work. JW

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