Element Five 16 Wednesday Oct 2013 Posted by myrthryn in Poetry ≈ 1 Comment TagsDreams, fog, Poem, Poetry, purpose, reality The fog of finding one’s own way persuades the hunt for every day; And he who wallows in the stream will live a life as watered dream. But, I am grounded by desire and bloom eternal for the fire. Share this:TwitterFacebookMoreEmailPinterestTumblrRedditLinkedInPrintLike Loading... Related
dianasschwenk said:
Ah vision – love it!