I had a dream once
we were dancing under the moon;
it being our only source of light
not only were you there,
but you were listening
not to the crickets, the wolves, the wind
but to me
you smiled and laughed
oh, how it felt like honey being poured into my ears
nothing was brighter than you that night;
not even the moon
we weren't perfect
it wasn't classy
but then again, it was merely a dream
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Grandparents Become Great-grandparents: a poetry book
PoetryPoetry desperately needed to share. I want the world to hear how others put their thoughts into words. Poetry not only makes people feel comfortable, but all emotions. Rated PG: No Necessary Rating Genre: Poetry/Spiritual/Random
