Posted in Leaves on the Poet Tree (Poems)


last night i dreamed we were prisoners in a foreign country trying desperately to escape

when i awoke we were still running past strangers in the rain to the border trying to get away

as sleep faded into waking and the dream became a memory my blessed reality came to stay

yet what was a dream to me is so very real to many whose lives are a nightmare prison today

who with loved ones are still running towards the boundary of a better life every morning when i awake

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