quick moments stolen away
at the end of each day
we talk and talk for hours
as long as nobody finds us
then all too soon it comes
the subtle rising sun
it's time for you to go
Till the morrow then
Sweet dreams, my love
A contest entry
- ~Sweet Dreams~ by Maybe Anastasia.
300 points, ended April 29, 2008, 16 entries
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Comments
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not quite the style I like usually but I do like this. It soft and sweet and tender. Very nice write thanks for the entry.

