Lovers and dreamers and me

Kermit, such a cute guy,
can you agree?
We need more lovers and dreamers,
rainbows and a few favorite things.

Still, I can’t help thinking
I was born to try,
help those whose dreams are shattered
walking the streets blind.

Hope, an illusion,
peace their only console.
I grab my armour
protection from their pain,
battle the inconsistencies
while they walk through the rain.

Together, we are the rainbow makers,
pavers of the streets,
for the lovers, dreamers
and me.

Wrote this a few minutes ago, what do you think? Read a blog post this morning and it got me thinking…ha! Imagine that, I am always thinking. A blessing and a curse. Peace, J

Poetry

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