I've kept them under my pillow For they are fragile things Vaporizing if not tended to They long for the morning's light As you take each dream gently in hand Treat them with care Let their wings unfold take shape take flight and soar Copyright (C) 2019 Penny Wilson
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Reblogged this on The Reluctant Poet.
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Thank you for the reblog, Chuck! 🙂
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Awesome poem, My Dear!!!
xoxoxo
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Thank you, Chuck. I’m very happy with how this one came together. I’m so glad that you like it. Thank you for the visit, Dear Friend. ❤ ❤ ❤
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So lovely,Penny 🤗
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Thank you, Jess! ❤
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Beautiful, as always !
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Aww, THANK YOU!! ❤
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You are so welcome! ❤
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What a wonderful soul uplifting poem, Penny…
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Thank you!!
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