I crossed the treacherous moat
In my small rowboat
Upon reaching the other side
I stopped and cried
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A great poem, we all need dreams, but we have to take the broken ones with the good ones.
Disturbed dreams bring joy or pain sometimes but often no sense can be made from them at all even if we want to, a nice write, something to think about (or dream) .
Dreams are so often broken, but there are those which come true sometimes, and they are the ones which bring joy into our lives. Excellent poetry Smoky.
This was wonderful, that feeling of never able to accomplish peace without the risk of some cloud always exists. A stunning though depressing work.
Nothing worse than a broken dream...