Chasm
Walking through a painting in a lucid friend's dream,
The storm clouds rolling in to the reality which I deem
Unreasonably cold and unbearably sad,
For it's the blinded who are consuming the visions we once had.
- broken_optimist
(extended version to include warmth)
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Deep.
Thanks for the comment on my site. Nope I don't remember reading one from you before but I appreciate that you mentioned it. I like your poetry. 
And your photos specially.
Light in the clouds... Very optimistic. 
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