(𝘳𝘦𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘯 𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘰𝘧 𝘮𝘺 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘴𝘵 𝘱𝘰𝘦𝘮)
I had a dream once
We were dancing under the moon;
It being our only source of light
As we danced, you listened
Not to the wolves, whispering wind, or crickets,
but to me
You listened to my sorrows and pain
as I told you them slowly
You didn't judge me or laugh
Then you joked and I smiled
You told me I was brighter than the moon
But when I awoke,
I realized it was only a dream
For no one could love me the way you did
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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
