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
Wednesday, 24 June 2015
A dream
I had a dream last night
The one I loved
Was leaving me
I knew the face
But the voice
That was of another love
I'd lost
To lose one love
Is unfortunate
To lose two
Careless
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