Poem -
A hand simply out of reach
We were like the tide
drifting away with our
shallow streams
of dreams .
Never really knowing
which way the wind
was blowing .
But as the days
dimmed to dawn
we wake up the
next morning
and they’re gone .
Leaving us alone
with one thing to do
move on .
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