A RANT IN RHYME

I can reach out
And almost touch
The dream in my heart
That calls out so much.

I can hear it clearly
Yet it is a muffled echo
I cannot grip it
Yet I cannot let go.

The music in the background
Faintly familiar notes
A haunting melody
That fills me with hope.

On the parched blank canvas
I wish it would rain
Only a flood of blues
Can bring the colors again.

Something should happen soon
With this quickly passing time
It is getting hard
Oh so hard to rhyme!

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