Unattainable Dreams

Alone in the woods
I play the guitar,
Mind wandering
To the palace
At the top of the hill.
Shaded beneath
The chestnut tree,
I rest from the gaze
Of the sun and bathe
In the wooded scent.
Clouds come quick
From over the hill,
Plump like the vegetables
In a garden
I once owned.
It’s dark and the drizzle
Begins to sink in;
I put away my guitar
And head for the bottom
Of the hill.

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