Don’t you miss
The soft whisper
Of my sweet summer
Wits?
My secret glares,
My unlikely kindred
References to a world
That is no more?
Don’t you miss
My squirrel thoughts,
Or were they rhino’s?
Dreams meant only
To be dreamt,
Times only
To be imagined.
Places unexplored
Playgrounds offered,
But only
If you
Join me.
Cyranny's Cove 
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That’s beautiful.
Reblogged.
No other words will do it justice.
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Beautiful
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Do you miss me
Now and then
In memories
Of way back when?
We lay together
Touched the sky
Then drifted somewhere
By and by
Until one day
Did we lose sight?
Succumb to darkness
In the night?
Do you still miss me
When you sleep?
Do visions of me
Gently creep
Into your dreams?
Into your head
Beneath the sheets
Upon your bed
Or do you dream
Of someone new?
Do you miss me?
I miss you.
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Well, I sure missed your words 😉 What you wouldn’t call poetry has such a special signature… May you keep tagging this wall of mine with it, as often as you’ll dare to. I really like how it covers the grey background. xx
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