Dream

in poetry •  7 years ago 

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The morning husk in your voice
is a gentle wave,
the ground is slowly
sinking beneath my feet

My name on your lips
is autumn rustle
that breaks the
silence inside me

Your laugh is a riot
under my skin,
how are you thunder &
lightning at once?

My back-pocket dreams
are laid like a fan of
cards on the table;
you pick one,
I’ll play for you.
I can finally make them come true.


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very good, I like your post @mindfreak

Thanks.

Well done, I like the intimacy in this

Thank you.

  ·  7 years ago (edited)

I like the way you think! From a writer to a writer.

Thanks.

beautiful with its amazing touch

Thank you :)