Someone feels trapped amidst the bric-a-brac.
They collected it in the hope of building a home. But the magic potion evaporated, and now, they bleed as they touch the shards of dreams.
The story is not over because buyers are willing to pay a price for the promised magic.
Soon, they will be on the same wall, lamenting a decision and waiting for more fools to walk in.
You failed to see the mirrors that reflect happiness and …
the magic that never was but attained a form with the intent of magicians, nope …. Dream merchants who don’t sell.
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Very nice! ❤
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❤️❤️
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Dream merchants selling home. Home is not a place. I think they are looking for home in all the wrong places.
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You are so right. Home is not a place.
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Dream merchants; an ominous-sounding name.
Your take is lovely and evocative, Reena.
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Thank you, Nancy!
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Bleeding on shards of dreams. . . .who among us has not experienced that, to some extent or another. Thought-provoking, Reena.
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Thank you, Linda!
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Brilliant, beautiful poem.
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I’m so glad you find it so.
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Dear Reena,
Some lovely and vivid imagery here.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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Glad you liked it. Thank you so much, Rochelle!
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‘they bleed as they touch the shards of dreams.’ What a great line!
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Thank you, Clare!
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Brilliant take, Reena. ‘Unless people wake up they will continue to be duped by the dream merchants…’
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Bang on! But sleep and dreams offer cosy comforts.
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So true. ❤️
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A deep and thought provoking story
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Thank you, Sadje!
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You’re welcome
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I liked the image of bleeding on shards of dreams
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Thank you, Neil!
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