I prefer the hardened splendour,
Of the actual to the nebulous dream.
I prefer the blissful roar of the seasons,
To the murmurings of the spectral past
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5 Stars full for this well captured poem, so beautifully created. Thank you for sharing!
you prefer the dreamy nights and the golden moonlight over to the hard concrete view, a very well worded poem. Thank you for sharing