A Million Dreams
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Ongoing5m
Last published Tue, Nov 5, 2019
I once heard, someone say, love is as 'music from another room.' As beautiful and haunting, as music you feel; but may never obtain.
And such thoughts inspired a lot of introspection.
So please enjoy this collection of poetry from now and once upon days gone by.
Some will be traditional some stream of conscious poetry in story form.
~ CB ♥️🍒
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