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The moon says goodnight 

bathed in silvery light

As I turn on my pillow,

like a weeping willow:

my dreams hang so low

So I get mine to go!

But in the waking light

of dawn

My dreams have no form

Like a murky lake of glimpses

That teases, but never convinces… 

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dreams

◄ Key to peace

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Stephen Gospage

Mon 22nd Aug 2022 07:38

A lovely poem, Stephen.

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John Botterill

Sun 21st Aug 2022 23:47

A high class poem with a dream like quality, Stephen. 😎

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