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Dreams

Dreams

I wish you'd come back, just walk thro' the door as you used to,
in your best colour, the ones I've given away, nice turquoie blue;
I won't dwell in the past, you wondered how long will it last,
but the Severn bore swept down, now I'm clinging to the mast.

I dreamt of travelling to foreign lands which became real,
some dreams may be impossible, perhaps stars you could steal;
the ghosts of Isandlwana watched me drive so close by,
as I sped to destiny, pampas grass gave an audible sigh.

If you could choose, what would you do if you but knew,
what awaited, it might be hated - it was your choice too;
so perhaps that's it, we'll bump like the Haldron collider,
too late to change - you may have wished the gap was wider

Wen you wake up, do you remember the places you went,
perhaps you were lucky because those kisses were heaven sent.

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sparrowsong

Hello Terry...

Beautiful and heartbreaking write my friend...

Thank you for sharing...

sparrowsong

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Terry Reeves

Hi Sparrow,
Thank you so much,
,Love,
Terry.
xoxo :)

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Nine Eleven

It's so hard For us that breath to accept the passing of our beloved,  we get use to a lot on this earth but death is not one.

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Terry Reeves

Hi Nine Eleven,
You are right.
Thanks so much.
Terry.
xoxo :) 

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