Mythos of hopeful dreams —
Fractured prisms through which
The mind conjures bridges
Pathways to a poppy-filled paradise
Domed beneath sunflower rays
Carrying the sillage of euphoria
Wrapped around time’s casual stride
And she follows close behind
Squirming to fit
In its oblivious shadow
Further away
From the looming darkness
Yet it finds her
As time strolls on
Yanking her back to the reality
Left behind
For dreams aren’t meant
To last forever
Nomad Writer 
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