Poem -

The True Value of Dreaming

                                                                   Dreams are, but those stepping-stones
                                                                           that form a temporary bridge
                                                                      Between conscious here and now
                                                                 and the subconscious where and when ..

                                                                    Where blurring occurs between our
                                                                           wishes, wants and needs ..
                                                                   Yet where faith, hope, love and peace
                                                                       each still unconditionally resides .. 

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Gwendoline

Beautifully penned my friend. Now I just want to tuck myself in and go for a wonder between realities :)   

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Neville

that between place is something else, isn't it .. thank you ever so muchly Gwen x

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Being Me

Dreams  the ones that happen when we are asleep, fascinate me. Our minds are so clever at sorting things. Great poem! X

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Neville

that makes two of us .. bless you Tina :) x

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