Huge cotton wool balls of snow Settle with a soft whisper on the ground All is quiet, save for the distant chime of beckoning bells My thoughts are far away Blowing with the breeze Scattering like the seed fluff from the clematis Reaching along my fence Inhaling deeply, I reach out and gather my wayward thoughts Tucking them away, safely In the place where only I have the key ..until the next time
Dreamstress X
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"Sweet is the dream, divinely sweet, when absent souls in fancy meet."
Edgar Allan Poe
