Thursday, April 21, 2011

A Rusty Poem from a Rusty Poet.

"The Greatest Illusion"

Soar high to feel the ocean
Dive deep to kiss the stars
Sing along with your merry dreams
Like you're paid in golden bars

Step backward to move forward
Close the box to see what's inside
Those joyous dreams you have
For nothing will they hide

Sing out loud to hum a tune
Leave here later to get there soon
Cars are parked but they move fast
Hopefully this illusion will last

~Amy Bohon, 12-13-2010
(This poem is also posted on Life After October)

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