By: Danah Blanco
Poetry

The dream that lingers

A rose from the garden

In the fleeting songs
that morning brings
I find solace.

The dream continues
to live in me after the night
shadows have disappeared.

Who am I?

Am I the dreamer, the dream,
or the meaning the birds bring?

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