my
dreams lose
themselves in
long forgotten
reminiscences that transcend time, they
live in pages of my memory like
lost souvenirs
aching to
embrace
life.
#tetracyt
my
dreams lose
themselves in
long forgotten
reminiscences that transcend time, they
live in pages of my memory like
lost souvenirs
aching to
embrace
life.
#tetracyt
Wow! This is amazing π
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Thank you Sneddon. β€
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More than like this … Eric
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Thank you Eric.
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This is beautiful.
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Thank you Nic
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Short but explanatory
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Oh yeah! Thankx.
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Powerful words!!
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Thank you Feelingx.
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Good morning Yassy, short but a nice powerful poem lady. I like it very muchβ€
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Thank you Ernest.
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Dreams are interesting things. It’s odd how some remain in full HD ‘on demand’ and, as you say, others get lost or tucked away.
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You are so right !
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Thank you, Lady Yasmin
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Always welcome,lord Zooolon
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This is lovely Yassy !
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Thank you Chhaya !
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“lost souvenirs”…that’s a particularly good image
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Oh my! Thank you Forrest.
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Excellent yassy. There are so many ways we can interpret a dream, but it’s funny how we can never get back into ones we have enjoyed π
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Thank you for your thoughts on this Davy. A very interesting view, from you. !
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π
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Love this Yassy!! Not sure how I missed it β€οΈβ€οΈβ€οΈ beautiful as alwaus
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Dana my love dud a post for you hope you like it
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Yasmin, precious Lady, your dreams transcend,
To levels, beyond conscious detection.
From whence, you return, reassembled.
Intrepid, your mind freed from self persecution.
Your heart, your soul, celebrating life, its joys,
All a titanic, mental, transformation.
Now endowed with goodness, you venture forth,
Transcribing words, from a new dimension,
Emotion, full of empathy, no dissention,
Invoking goodwill, in all around you.
Exemplary, your choice of diction,
Provocative, inspirational, and open.
All your virtues, you have explored.
To me, you are the best, a friend indeed.
Complementary, proud, a poet of distinction.
If I could leap into your soul, your mind,
I’d probably want to stay forever, now I dream.
Mick, your humble friend.
PS This is for you, I’ll not be putting it up on my blog.
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I have to save this on my notes or somewhere i can read everyday. This is the best. Your the best Mick.wait.
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Wailing, got your next post off to read it now
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Done. I saved it on my notes and mailed it to my mailbox
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Nice one!
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I feel blessed Mick. I am lucky.am at a loss for words. Just take care of yourself . Thinking of checking with your doc.
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Every 3 months, or when required, thanks for your concern, rarely do I have hypo’s, just got carried away with editing the days photo shoot, nearly 400 photos. Truly, I’m fine now.
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Great π
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π
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I felt like I found the rainbow after reading this
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Keep an eye open for my little Leprechaun friend π
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Lol I will. My pot!
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LOL
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Of gold
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Oh how I wish, another dream?
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Feels like one, already
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Ah, you must act on those dreams and set them free.
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Yes, certainly, come what may
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Loved it, especially the ending line β€
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Thank you π Kunal.
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