The Scent Of A Dream Poem by soren Barrett

The Scent Of A Dream



In a garden of woe
Briers of trouble grow
Thorns in parched sand
A desert under the sun
Where no victory can be won
Weeds watered by my bleeding hand
The tail of a shooting star
Woven into a jar
Holding a distilled moonbeam
With the shadow of a tear
I wash the dust of memories clear
Leaving only the scent of a dream

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