When you live with hope
dreams can never die
can they?
I live surrounded
by the corpses of dreams
that never came true
Paintings of streets
I will never wander through
Ancient landmarks my lenses
will never physically view
With hope you rise above
never give up
There is always a spark
to carry you on
to the next day
where new dreams are born
The heat they generate
keeps the fires of hope burning
for just another day
To see
what new dreams
you might slay
K.B. Silver
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K.B. Silver
K.B. Silver has poems published in magazine Wishbone Words, and lit journals: Sheepshead Review, New Note Poetry, Twisted Vine, Avant Appa[achia, Plants and Poetry, recordings in Stanza Cannon, and pieces in Wingless Dreamer anthologies.
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