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curious quality
of
the dream
where all things
are possible
***
***
alive
and
fluttering
the butterfly
within
***
the
dream
lives
in the tales
that are told
***
***
only when
she could entertain
a mind picture
then
she could understand
***
singing lullabyes
the unknown voice
lulled her to sleep
it
watched over her
***
***
a tear
found
its path
winding
down her cheek
***
the words
in my
head
get tired
sometimes
***
going
round the clock
the second hand
slices
fragments of time
***
the
guilt
of
the refusal
remained
***
***
the
heart
remembers
even though
the roses have faded
***
I
miss
our conversations
which were still going
when dawn broke
***
***
with every stitch
she placed
a thought
finally
the hand made doll was ready
***
she
was
not seen
so she wondered
if she were the ghost
***
***
with writing
the voices
grew quieter
they
became the stories
***
the ghost thinker
who twists
words
from
their original memory
***
***
a
constant
reminder
the past
lurking
***
Totally love the beginning of this the pic and words of dreams and all being possible beautiful gen the whole flow down is dreamy especially with the conversation as that is how i feel as a reader the words of missing to early hours of the morn have beez eyes a tad teary :)) another gem always Beez thankq IM so glad able to share with you your poetry ..
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