Daydream

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    Daydream

    Here I sit,
    rays of sunshine warm my face.
    Relax...
    Now my daydream can begin.

    Eyes close.
    Where today will my mind bring me?
    Oh my love all these things...
    Suddenly my mind is sent racing.
    To an imaginary place that lies deep within my subconscious.

    Here is where I can find myself.
    Imagining your sitting beside me.
    Talking, laughing, drinking in the warm fall sun.

    Oh how comfortable it would be.
    I can only imagine...

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    Poetry is not a turning loose of emotion, but an escape from emotion.

    T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.

    steff74’s Poems (16)

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