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Sometimes – For Dakota

Sometimes I dream a poem.
Sometimes I paint a dream.
Sometimes I dance the unspoken,
And sometimes my smile is a poem of a dream.

In the springtime of love
We long for each other
But in the harvest
There is no longer any we.

Art by Caroline Atkins


-Dakota 2013-08-02 18:14:20

This is so lovely. I don’t even remember seeing it before. And its not dated, so it floats in time, like our once and future love.



-Dakota 2014-12-06 22:09:24

Sometimes I still dream of you, DearOne


-Petrina 2015-10-07 16:30:44

still dreaming, still dreaming…..


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