I feel like sleeping curled up in your dream becoming part of your secret orchard eternity flight to the shades and smells silent wave,going with the Stream...
I feel like waking up where the stars are whispering at the edge of hours...
you tell me nothing,I read everything...
I feel like being the friend who knows the teddy bear grief story...
elo.....I may not be a great poet, but like anyone involved in art of all forms, I know what I like.... You write what I call poetry.....always special, in your own style...... Kathy
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You write what I call poetry.....always special, in your own style......
Kathy