Here’s a pair of poems sure to hold a niche in our memory. These are special.
Read them carefully:
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Dreams
I’ll wait until the morning’s light
When beams of sun will glow
In the fire’s warmth, late tonight
Where few will dare to go
In hopes of wonder basking
Dreams too real too die
With days we left at passing
Is where the truth shall lie
A stage to set the living
A shield to shelter through
A will to keep on pushing
Are how our dreams come true
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Treasure Hunt by Melissa Kelly
Far into the murky water I see
Glimmers of gold shining off the sun’s rays
Down the creek, between the valley of trees
I take my blue bucket and dream of wealth
Digging for treasures where the light leads me
Each scoop adds to the mountain built beside
Grabbing some from the top with my left hand
As the gold disappears, it’s now wet sand
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Melissa Kelly is a poet and short story writer from Long Island, NY. You can see some of her work in WestWard Quarterly Magazine, Plum Tree Tavern, Soft Cartel, and Amethyst Review.