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beautiful dream that i have seen in reality,
i am the weaver who weaves the achievable fantasy,
my paintbrush the guide in the universe's hand,
the gifts i've been given, are never on demand,
for blessed i become with this gift i can't compare,
that has joined me to one of a love very rare.
1:25 PM 7/15/2013 ©
inspired by Sipping Dreams
http://www.postpoems.org/authors/sippingdreams
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LOVE IT! You write so many
LOVE IT! You write so many that I usually don't take the time to comment them all but I had to for this one!
Thanks! I'm so glad you
Thanks! I'm so glad you enjoyed that one. I know, sometimes there are so many good poems on here it's hard to get to them all for comment, so I totally understand. thx again, justanotherscreename!~peace~
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...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."
"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "
Flows beautifully.
Flows beautifully.
Thanks Carl...those quickly
Thanks Carl...those quickly written ones sometimes do. Nature at work. ~peace~
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...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."
"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "