Just thoughts, flowing thoughts, floating thoughts… Thrown to the winds, barely words, picked and tied together in a bouquet.
Merely ideas, written in the clouds, uncatchable, unreadable, there just to imagine. Like a lighthouse, a dot of hope shining in the middle of the night…
So don’t slap me on the hand if I reach for it in the darkness. If I warm my palms over its flame, like on a candle’s. Don’t frown on me if I gather the feathers you’ve dipped in ink, to build myself some wings…
And let me dream.. Like a child who knows no limit to dreaming. Let me close my eyes, drown myself in harmless reveries. Let me close my eyes, and be at peace… At last.
Cyranny's Cove 
Aw lovely.
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Thank you Sarah 🙂 xx
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Beautiful words and thoughts
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Thank you Miriam 🙂 It is always a pleasure to see you in the Cove 🙂 xx
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Happy to visit! 🙂
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Lovely!! Hi! I “met” you at Mackenzie’s Mingle and Jingle!Look forward to reading more from you!
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Thank you so much Jena! I have had a very busy day yesterday… But I will visit all the lovely people who left links at Mack’s party… So I’ll make sure to come and see your blog 🙂
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Very nice, love the word pictures
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Thank you for the kind words 🙂 I hope you’ll have a great weekend!! xx
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