I hope to harvest my cup of dreams
Filled with the spiraling stars and different seems
Luminescent wishes and pondering thoughts from afar
Caught, trapped, changed ideas quite bizarre
Limpid pearls swivel round in my cauldron aglow
With new ambitions dreaming, dying true to bestow
Hoping for the contents to spill like a cup of frothy milk
Like a divulging secret disembarrass as like to silk
And in my incandescent jar I hold with high esteem
These grand galaxy dreams truly rule supreme
Catching and faltering the firefly desires of my very being
Hoping to release these of thoughts becoming quite freeing
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Simply: Third Collection of Poetry
Poetry"I hope my thoughts reach you like blown kisses." My best and newest collection of poetry featuring My Worn Soldier, Anew and Shared Scars as well as a selection of fused poetry from my now deleted first collection. Enjoy please. Wish me luck in t...
