sometimes the dreams
are filled with faces
of those long gone
or absent in time
a sorrow here
in my heart
each morning
when I awake
but then a walk
along this shore
waves gently breaking
on ageless rocks
a cup of filter coffee
at a café
the aroma of freshly baked bread
a walk up the hill
watch the ships sail
mind peaceful
body at rest
sorrow may be part
of who I am
but let the dreams fade
here is where I belong
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Leonard Durso 
So good you know where you belong to. Sorrows are then part of life, another bearable nuisance. Beautiful poem, thank you.
Thank you for these kind words, Marcus.
Well it certainly makes a fellow feel warm inside.
Sure does.
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Thank you for reblogging this, Douglas.
You are so welcome Leonard! This was beautiful!
Your words create beautiful pictures in my mind.
Thank you for saying that.