Dream

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  • Lost Love

    Dream

    I touched your tasteful lips
    you felt my warm finger tips

     It sent shivers down your spine
    that moment you were all mine

     Then I slowly opened my eyes
    when I suddenly started to realize

     This was really only crazy made up dream
    that was taken down  an endless stream

     you suddenly vanished into the darkeness
     just like the imaginary scottish lockness 

    I once touched your beautiful lips
    I know you felt my warm finger tips

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    Poetry is not a turning loose of emotion, but an escape from emotion.

    T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.

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