Musings of an Aspiring Author and Poet
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Looking across the field
Sun blinding me
I’m in a trance,
Mesmerized by the grassy wave.
How did I get to this place
Where so much promise lies before me,
Yet believing the best is already behind?
With each step I trample the tender shoots,
Very much like my dreams…
At one time flowing freely
Bending with the wind,
Now ground back into the earth
From which they were born.
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
wow. beautiful capture of the feelings of regret and loss of hopes. we’ve all thrown time away, lost days we cannot recover, decades even. but there is still grass ahead with each successive step the sheet of it rolls out beneath our toes. seed new dreams.
What a beautiful comment, thank so much for that Elle. I was just in a less than positive mood when I wrote this and needed to vent.
Dom DiFrancesco 
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