Be What We imagined
cannot always stem the tide
that washes away tears
which have settled like snow inside
stop a cold,
in the driving snow
my, how this wind can blow
holding onto each other,
never let go
be what we imagined
there are so many way back when’s
let’s prioritise those clouds
and find a path again
be what you dreamed of
when the bed was freshly made
before the storm and the snow that settled
James Garratt – Tuesday 1st March 2016
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Be What We Imagined – Written Tuesday 1st March 2016 (Aged 41)
