Apparitions
The bliss of happiness is just out of reach
dreams of shadows dancing
fading into the reality of another morning
with the familiar grim routine
until hope beguiles again with a fantasy.
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POETRY
Bored to Death
Reclusive hermits escape from life why or where? but not from infirmities and old age where or why? that turn a rich man's wealth to ash. kenwsimpson.blogspot.com
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