Contemporary poetry by Dan Donlan

Prognostication

The
world
is ours
to know
and touch
and hold
yet never ours
to control
and as twilight
begins and ends
in a dreamer's eyes
there in shades of reality
We are building sandcastles
Lost in the shadows of images
To be lost in the mornings sunlight.


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