#1527-Found
05/10/2021
So often,
I’ve gazed at you.
Patient and calm,
Waiting,
For a dream to come.
Perhaps hidden in the clouds.
Or floating on a lake,
Hoping to be lost.
But it’s just distant memories,
As the hidden sun,
Casting shadows,
Through unwilling clouds,
Dreaming to be found.
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