Remnants of dreams
Floating through the softness of my dreams
Finding remnants of tapestries from life stories
Stories about you and me, of family, friends
Perhaps even some of enemies
Softly woven together with strands of silk and Australian wool
Coloured occasionally with guilt or an ‘if only’
Always resonating with gentle moments of remembered love
The childhood dream of falling from a high cliff forever gone
Replaced by scantily clad memories of yesterdays
Angels called Sophia and an Indian in a headdress of feathers
And dreams of full tomorrows
These are my dreams as well. Beautiful.
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Keep a gentle smile on your face like the child in the picture and you will be fine! One does not have the capability of feeling sadness and joy fully at the same time. It is an either or. I’m hoping you opt for the smile and feel peace. Great poem my friend. Very well said! You’ve got talent, no doubt about it! Love and hugs….VK
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Hey this kid looks a little like you.
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beautiful poignant poem my dear friend.. I hope your days are less filled with sadness xxx
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