The window blows and knocks the dream
Well past full-bright distinction
And wallows in the afternoon
Perusing fact or fiction
She rises up and like a leaf
Floats the breeze beyond her
And nestles in the creviced seam
Of triumph over yonder
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With my head in the sky and my wings in the air, I try to spend my spare time at the footy (AFL in Australia) Go Pies! – and valuable hours with family and friends. Otherwise I’ll have pen in hand and notebook at the ready for those insightful snippets that dream up a poem.
I contribute to Cosmofunnel where you’ll find a guided universe of poetry and art.
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Great post 😄
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Thanks! All the best…
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