I keep dreaming of horsemen
waiting for me in the distance.
Some remember the days
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Such a fragile poem. Wisps of the past, a garden of the present, I think. Praise for your lovely words and your unsparing gaze. You speak at the cusp of awareness and oblivion. - Will
dreaming and memory; these are not at present; if one rmembers a battle that they have never fought, then is it a hope or no hope? This again is awareness about life; the sad thing would be that you won't be able to be aware that there is something that you have not done yet? So I think it is still a quite positive way of looking life.
I love this one! Write mas y keep up the good work!
There is a sweet melancholy in this poem. My heart smiled with recollections of its own. Very well done Luis. Abrazos :)