Great loves are the stuff of dreams
they change our minds like the seasons
yellow leaves, falling, from a blue sky
much is wrong about this life
So, we are living inside of dreams
Miracles
that never happen
Empty woods in winter
Fresh ideas
in spring
An endless summer,
where dreams bask in the warm wistful wind
until cold rains
and worries
win.
I wish…. Maybe yet.
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Yes indeed, Jen and the Furries!!! 🙂
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Brilliant!
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Thanks Eleanor!!! 🙂
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Beautiful!!! 😊
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Thanks for reading and commenting sonalime1009!!! 🙂
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😊😊😊 thanks for sharing
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Beautiful poem
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Thanks Anand Bose!!! 🙂
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This is a very moving poem. Thank you for sharing it with the world.
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You are most welcome, steverhinelander!!! And thanks for reading! 🙂
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Beautiful writing.
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Thanks Someone!!! 🙂
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Beautiful! Thanks for sharing.
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You are most welcome thatafricangurl!!! 🙂
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Very nice
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