there held
in my dreams
till morning comes
to rudely break
your hold
there held
in my dreams
till morning comes
to rudely break
your hold
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Reblogged this on Anna Cottage and commented:
I always love the Poetry on this page, especially todays how beautiful and true it is. Do drop in here from time to time.
Thank you, Anna, for reblogging this poem.
You can of course take those dreams with you during the day, its great – maybe thats why in my earlier years at work I would be called “Pollyanna daydreamer”. Leonard I hope you won’t mind, I have reblogged you – I always enjoy your Poetry.
Thank you again, Anna.
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I find this so romantic. Thank you for sharing. ☺
Thanks, Patricia.