Resonating over drifting sands and lucid dreams of mine
Tumble weeds and patterns of existence come and pass in time.
Windswept voices swirl in oceans of deep and murky depths,
Rapturous applause echoes through hollow tunnels that are left.

In this dead forgotten city
Of captured dreams all gone
Brushed away out of sight
Till all our hopes are none

The dead meander aimlessly on their voyage, and in their way
The living continue aimlessly intertwining with swaggered sway.
They merge more than once eyeing each other with dismay
Before retrieving their course and journey forward, to where, who can say.


Author: Anita Lubesh

I write poetry/prose/stories/short stories/verses for children/sketch/and have 6 chapters of a novel sitting there like that half eaten trifle in the fridge or bottle of Jack Daniels because something makes you afraid to eat it or drink... right now.. I am a proud Geordie from England's northern hemisphere and the beautiful city of Newcastle upon Tyne. I live with my lovely husband who came all the way from sunny California just for me, and my favourite animal, Bobble, our dog. I am a member of Greenpeace and Friends of the Earth and wish we could all do more, especially today, when such a lot is wrong.

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