In my dreamtime,
you stroll with me on a bone china morning,
holding my hand, whispering a secret
so childlike, so giddy,
the dream ends with a dream again.
In my dreamtime
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In my dreamtime,
you stroll with me on a bone china morning,
holding my hand, whispering a secret
so childlike, so giddy,
the dream ends with a dream again.
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I like it when you post your poems. I can see the happy couple smiling laughing and sharing each others secrets. The poem evokes that lovely feeling of being in love…a beautiful feeling!This is Lanetta
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I couldn't not write this poem. I was so blown away waking up from a sparkling dream into a perfect, delicate day. Hence the bone china reference, thin, beautiful, and fragile.
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