Finish the Film Poetry
Saturday, May 19, 2012
The Breeze of Dreams
Sleep, my sweet Love.
Let close your eyes.
Dream, of above,
Where the soul, flys.
Soar, my sweet Love.
Let spread your wings.
The winds full of,
All wondrous things.
Coast, my sweet Love.
Hope dreams, shall stay,
Regardless of,
Each passing day.
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