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A Poem by Dibbo


In The Fields Of Hope
Where the sky meets the ground
Where the mountains give way to the sun
Where the river runs wild
Where the lonely soul waits
The moonlit courtyard casts a spell
The wind plays a hypnotic music
The trees sway to the rhythm of life
Ground below shines with stars and sky above pours its heart
Here they come and meet
Like no other place in the world would do
The sweet scent of togetherness
Fills the earth, the sky and their lives.
The wait is over, the time has come
The invocation is answered
They are together…….never to be separated
In the fields of hope.                                                 
In The Shadow Of Reality
Here the daily rush is never ending
Here the sky scrapers are like warriors
Here is no place to think


Here lie the targets to be met


With the chimes of the clock
With the ring of the phone
Day breaks and the grinding cycle gains speed
The world outside waits with open arms
Here they come and meet
Reliving hours in a few brief moments
Reminiscing stories-old and new-
This is their time……which has stopped for a while
Time is over, time has come
Time to bid farewell, time to depart
They leave but promise to be back
In the shadow of reality


© 2009 Dibbo

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Added on January 8, 2009




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