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my feet are crossed
in bed casually
as if I were laying
under an apple tree
on a motionless
summer afternoon
with arms bent
and opened up
around my head
wings as I travel
the darkened road
one deep breath
after another
to dreamland
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How perfectly perfect in its jump from day to night, here to there.
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Thank you Simon, always attentive. It’s nice to have a reader like you 🙂 (and perfectly perfect has a strong musicality of its own…).
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Ultimate relaxation and unity at the same time, Anna. Thank you 🙂
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Glad you like it Alina, thank you for your comment, sleep well 😉
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It looks like sky scrapers in a big city!!
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It does, Cornelia, or big people in a dream 😉
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So true!!
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Reblogged this on zbigniewsieraj.
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Thank you 🙂
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love it! i have nothing witty or observant to say. i just love it. (and i love the big people in a dream photo).
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loving it is plenty enough! thank you for letting me know… (today I took a dream picture of one of these giants, must have been 30ft high)
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I thought this was a well-crafted poem with good imagery, layers of meaning, and strong metaphor.
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Thank you Roger for your comment.
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i’m sure you get this a lot, but the imagery in all of your poems is spot on. they make me want to live in summer forever.
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