But I, being poor, have only my dreams;
I have spread my dreams under your feet;
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams - Yeats
Thursday, 13 February 2014
Those last 2 posts.
The last two posts were attempts at poetry, the gap between the penultimate and last lines was inadvertent but I like it. I will try more later, it may encourage me to get on with The Story or I may become a poet. Who knows?
Love and Peace. x ttfn
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