Sunday morning, waking, uneventful
Where’s the lover visualized in dreams
He’s hidden in my secrets plentiful
Quietly as I contemplate a scheme
Have him real or is it just as it seems
Only a fantasy I have of you
Or mind-conjured of all my wishes true.
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a Rhyme Royal attempt☺️
No Theme Thursday: 05/23/24
The Bag Lady 
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A beautiful poem Cheryl
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Thank you
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You’re very welcome
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Sunday morning. Half a dream
When things are not quite as they seem
Visions from within the night
Fading in the morning light
Memories of your skin, you hair
Dispersing in the morning air
The mystery of that hazy dream
Lost within the colour scheme
Of life. Awake, aware, aloof
Where facts disclose another truth
That you are gone beyond my touch
Sometimes love can take too much
And so I live and breath and eat
Knowing nowhere shall we meet
And yet in dreams, where we might lay
Where together we might float away
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Bittersweet
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A poem beautifully written. 🩷🌸
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