Forgotten, Fantasy.
What happens to a Fantasy Forgotten?
Does it surface again
Like driftwood in the sea?
Or sink like an anchor -
And then break free
Does it boom like waves crashing?
Or lie silent on a calm night -
Like a hummingbird's wing?
Maybe it just lingers
Like seaweed on the floor.
Or does it wash up, on the lonely sea-shore?
poem by Simba Schmidt
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