Incongruous dreams haunt the night leaving in waking flight
remnants keep returning throughout the morning, disturbing
the equilibrium of the mind, wanting to be understood right
body aching from the stony bed, left to cool from the night
morning tears flow, although the reasons not showing
indefinable, the shadow of the day cannot be kept at bay
following the path of the dream, pulling, towing
disconcerting feelings of déjà vu and the ultimate knowing
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fioew... the way you put your feelings in a poem make me silence J.
killea: Thank you darling
very nice and moving poem, very silencing to.
and you know: when tears are in your eyes... i will dry them all
killea: I depend on it, jakobro
without a doubt one of your best poems June!
killea: You are too generous with your lovely FB, thank you Lief
killea: Thank you Greta
June, you have magic in your fingers,
killea: Thank you so much, Bert
gewoon prachtig , dit gedicht is één om in het hart te dragen
killea: Thank you very much, Kerry