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Too quiet in here by far - so here's a couple to re-vitalise the thread....
Seasons
washed away my cares
spring showers,
opened up my dreams
summer warmth,
blood crimson fruits from blossom
autumn cool,
virgin white at end
winter ice;
nay year;
begin,
once again.
©12 August 2009
Dreams
I wish I could own your dreams,
and guide you through the realms
of perfect fantasy.
I wish I could own your dreams,
and take you to distant lands
far across the deep blue sea.
Between the gates of Worlds
we could stroll
joined hand in hand
'pon mystic flows -
the melding of our souls.
Above the aches
of weary toil,
we could reach
the heights and shed -
for a while, life’s mortal coil.
I wish I could own your dreams,
and from life's
trials we could flee.
I wish I could own your dreams
and guide our footsteps to where,
- where we would be free.
© 12 August 2009
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