tanner brockwell

nobodies in a way
by tanner brockwell

nobodies in a way
the lost semblance
of dreams and inbetween
the sets and yet
anytime i dream
is another world
seems to me in dreams
the way we were
ways we are
on hold for dreams
that appear and drift
upon hidden breaths
that appeared
on the crisp dawn
a season drifting on
drifts that hide
the sleeping rose
sleeps for spring
replenishing dew

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