Was it real,
or a dream?
Flash of brown eyes..
that smile –
just for him –
inviting…
Consumed was he
raced everyday
to that place
in the square
hoping…
to catch her…
to know her name…
something…
Tragic, really,
his inability to separate
dream from reality
How fantasy
kept him single.
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Lovely good job vj! loved it!
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Thanks so much!
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Finally a poem that is realistic! Ty for telling it like it is.
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Ha ha… you are welcome.
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Men and their delusions 😉Love it
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