I think that I am a dreamer, which follow my imagination
which dancing with the sense and mind
wishing of something to tell
I think I belong to the words, and make them my world
playing with the lines of a poem
wishing of something to tell
but often my imagination seems friendless
the words are seems so endless
and the lines of the poem so far away
for there is nothing to tell
and sometimes when I am feeling so helpless
when I am almost to surrender
then I remember that I am a dreamer
so I have to be had
something to tell
uplifting piece! Keep dreaming!!!
Thanks you so much for coming by.
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What an honor Sist.
Thank you so much.
i guess we dreamers are just like that sis, dreaming and often losing touch with reality. fabulous photograph and amazing poem – together they are a dream for sure.
Yes it is indeed.
Thank you so much – and how is your week end Sist?
Blessed be.
we are getting barbecued by the sun, apart from that it was not bad 🙂
I am glad to hear.
Take care.
Love
Mei
what that we are getting barbecued?
kidding!!!!