I found it on the floor, broken— Vipanjeet Kaur (@vjpoeticmusings) July 13, 2022
an emaciated dream
from the past
that had fallen from my eyes
like a tear;
like a crinkled leaf of autumn trees,
Its pallid splinters scattered;
Its hollow clang wafting across
my mindscape.#FromOneLine #micropoetry #poetry #poetrycommunity
COVID-19 has broken many dreams in the last two years. People couldn’t achieve what they’d planned and hoped for.
Poem Copyright ©️ 2022 Vipanjeet Kaur.