Seeing tomorrow
Without clouds of yesterday.
To touch a Dream.
Chance taken,
Wounds forgotten,
Reaching ecstasy.
Love realized.
Copyright (C) 2018 Penny Wilson
Seeing tomorrow
Without clouds of yesterday.
To touch a Dream.
Chance taken,
Wounds forgotten,
Reaching ecstasy.
Love realized.
Copyright (C) 2018 Penny Wilson
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I like picture and poem
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you’re welcome
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This is a beautiful poem!
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Thank you so much!
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You’re welcome!
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To the chances taken.
Lovely words.
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Thank you!
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I really like this! Is it a self-poetrait? (note the play on words) 😊💛
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yuck, yuck, yuck! Thanks Walt! 🙂
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