• poetry,  young love

    It Had To Be A Dream

    It Had To Be A Dream In the surreal realm of dream thinking We met at the edge of the emerald green spring forest of new leaf Bordered by still unturned earth and plowed fieldsĀ  Beneath an undulating sky of gray slate We were new again and the wearing away by this imperfect world Had not yet had its lethal effect Killing innocence. Please follow and like us:

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