Last night a medieval knight rode through my dream
A noble face, yet weary from the fight
Had I kissed a frog in his watery pond?
Have I found my forever man?
Do I trust my judgement, strike while the iron is hot?
Take a chance that joy is not fleeting.
Keep the rosebuds until they open.
To smell the roses, I will attend the ball,
find that place beneath the armour.
Alas, all dream bubble burst.
The shiny armour, the hero inside
Returned to his pond, a frog after all.
I blew him a kiss and wondered what could have been…
©AnitaDawes2023
Anita Dawes and Jaye Marie 
Nice use of all the words, Anita! 🙂
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Thanks Susi…
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You’re welcome!
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A wonderful dream! Such a smooth use of the words, they just flowed like you picked them yourself just for that purpose.
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That is so clever, and I adore the closing line. Fabulous!
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Lovely whimsical write Anita. I often wonder where our dreams go when we are awake? Have a great day My Friends.
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I think they simply wait for us to come back for more, Goff…
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Could be. Happy Friday My Friends.
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