As the Night begins to slumber,
And most dreams start to awake,
I do softly sigh and wonder,
If true love is really great.
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..............beautiful poem...so poetic and flows nicely ★
What is real and what is not? The daily crap or pure thought? When the body is gone, no more sinew what carries on is what was IN you
Love is the hope in us and hope is love calling us. thank you.