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Dreams

These books that lie

beside your bed

in towers that climb

beyond this spartan room,

Hold words that -

as I watch you read -

form dreams upon

your stormless face;

And free from the

anchor of the day

I see you fly

◄ Morning

The Darkening Brume ►

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Ann Foxglove

Wed 27th Mar 2013 09:51

I like this - a precious time seeing someone (perhaps someone you love) sleeping. I can identify with the tower of books - there's always a tower by my bed! Unless it's colapsed in a heap!

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