I was awaken by dreams
The street was painted in blue
The wooden fences were crooked
Some people were leaning
The morning is a bit chilly
I cover your naked body
Kissing your sleepy lips…
I leave the window open
So the birds can sing to you
While I’m away
I love you
Reading your poem I can immediately see, feel and smell – much the same as I can hear the voices mentioned in the dream … Quite remarkable that your words and your description – which seems to be so simple (meant positively!) is generating such “visions” and is producing paintings and emotions so powerfully. Wonderful!
Sending you my best wishes!
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for not Posting Award Acceptances. I should say that you are my
friends and your “Likes” and very beautiful “Comments” are the best
Award for me. Please take this "Tears Of Joy Award" for your Blog.
With love Stefan Maxima
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