Martas poems for Sunday, November 17, 2013

Sunday, November 17, 2013

no more dreams

Its night in the city and many sleep, some trying to re-live... some to forget. Above the cloudy silence a bright moon casts its wide silvery net, hoping to catch in it the dreams of those who would still bet on the magic that moonbeams upon their hearts can weave. Within the never empty streets, alabaster buildings seem to glow while neon lights sadly upon them weep, but soon, the silver thread of the lunar net will brake up and all those whose dreams it had captured will wake up with nothing... Sign in to see full entry.

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