Morning walk

Giorgio de Chirico, Mystery and Melancholy of a Street

Dreams like tender notes in the wind
swept away the rusty old torments and scars
that were crawling in her head the day before.

Pleasure arises with the morning sun.
Prophets may wonder what philosophy
is cemented in her being that keeps her joyful
as she walks on the streets of melancholy and mystery
but dreamers, like herself, have always known the answer.
It is simply the art of faith, love, hope, and peace.
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Notes: Today at One Single Impression : my blog, In the Silence of the Day, and my poem, Where Zebras Fly , is featured along with my suggested prompt, dreams. Thank you so much for the mention.

Prompt Links: One Single Impression - dreams; dVerse Poets Pub - the art of  Giorgio de Chirico; Sunday Scribblings - pleasure; The Sunday Whirl - swept, torments, scars, tender, notes, walk, morning, rusty, prophets, crawling, cement, sun; Poets United - open poetry submission, Thinking of Them Thursdays - open link up w/ a cause - charity spotlight - CARE.

Music Links: the song - In Dreams by Roy Orbison (click here to view video) and  the song -Imagine by Jon Lennon (click here to view video)