I look into the open fields
and
I dream of you.
I feel the breeze on my skin
and
I dream of us running in the wind.
I am sitting under my apple tree
and
I am wishing that you were here
with me.
I don't know when we will meet
again.
BUT...
When we do let's start off
by being friends.
BECAUSE...
If we don't this
dream will end.
Yvonne J. Griffin
06/12/02
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Written June 12th, 2002
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excellent
I Love Dreams. Your mind can roam free without hurting anyone or being hurt. Great poem! -
don't touch it!
A wonderful poem, smiley. You speak of love and friendship, a beautiful combination. And dreams ...where would we be without them.
This s truly a lovely poem.
Dee -
excellent
Wonderfully touching...I know what it is like to dream of that special one...but, dreams and reality must have a balance..I think you state that well here...excellent write Yvonne!! :)) -
don't touch it!
Ah .... perchance to dream .... If not for dreams, there would be no reality ....
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Sammy -
thank you very much.
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Good write. It shows compassion, love, some lust, but control of those feelings. It reminds us never to move to quickly.
Angel
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