Frost white morning
I slip my head beneath my duvet
No way are my feet moving
From this warm cover
Today I stay hidden from the world
To dream of things to come
A future made of stardust
With bright green jewels
A land where you leave a wish
Knowing it will come true…
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Makes me want to snuggle under the covers. Beautiful. :-)
Best thing to do, this weather, Diana…
Well done!
Thanks, Mark…
This is beautiful, Anita <3
What a lovely thing to say, thanks, Jacquie…
This is a great poem, Anita.
Thank you, Robbie…
What a perfect lie in, perhaps the best part of the day when dreams might still come true.
Would be good!
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I Love this Anita. “A future made of stardust…” This has a lovely, soft quality to it. <3
Thank you, Penny…
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