The stage is empty now,
having been swept for the
repeat performance...
the used styrofoam cups
...
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you my heart laugh and made my soul jump for joy...yah....it seems so real but blind to ourself that all are just dream to remember... any way things are just be there waiting for us to move...thank you..10 point
An eloquent poem Yuri! I tip my wine glass to those dreams, not in styrofoam tonight And thank you for this brilliant poem - 'your writings' - bring delight! ! *10*! ! Best wishes! Friend Thad
I raise my glass to you, sit back and soak the ambience of your work and goodnightfrom France 10 Chris
and poet write it then I'll be grateful for the nod and the glimmer in the eyes... and in those eyes would be reflected my hope for the future.... for these dreams stranded in dreamy looks...