There is poetry floating
in the place between waking and dreaming.
There are words meant for grace
between taking and scheming.
There’s a joy born to be
in the stories we’re making
There’s a truth there for me
worth the undertaking.
There is poetry floating
in the place between waking and dreaming.
There are words meant for grace
between taking and scheming.
There’s a joy born to be
in the stories we’re making
There’s a truth there for me
worth the undertaking.
magical imagery…
love the idea of poetry floating between waking and dreaming…
come on in and join us for the rally week 35.
miss your talent so much!
🙂