What the eye can see, is it really there?
Where are the clouds on sunny days
When dew buds glisten wet with haze?
Is there really a lark in the clear air?
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our chalice is vacant yet we still sip beneath the palms of tropic shade amid mirages of hopes and dreams our toes in the sand we've got it made the desert sands hide past oasis' as does this poem hide from the eyes others. well written and full of imagery your talent is no mirage.
Thanks for your comments Isha and Marcus. Glad you liked the poem. How about giving it a vote/rating? Lydia