I plant my wish
within the soil
of my dreams
and dream I do
of golden light
to fall upon
the seed to grow
within the morrow
upon my wake
the wish-to-dream
becomes the truth
for all to know
:: 02-23-2014 ::
I plant my wish
within the soil
of my dreams
and dream I do
of golden light
to fall upon
the seed to grow
within the morrow
upon my wake
the wish-to-dream
becomes the truth
for all to know
:: 02-23-2014 ::
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February 24th, 2014 at 5:03 am
My spirit just left my body, soaring high, doing a celebratory dance for you! I wonder if you can feel my smile from here? Its big 🙂
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February 24th, 2014 at 10:37 pm
Always. It is a bubble wine in a flask of love skin for the drinking. ❤
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