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Courtyard of My Dreams

Somewhere far away when the day retires The dusk sneaks up, shyly like a bride In the courtyard of my thoughts Someone lights up lamps of my dreams And yet without reason my breath becomes heavy My eyes well up just sitting with my thoughts As tears flow and light a spark, travelling Right across the dark, torching the sky at dawn Such is my heart as lifetime of connections emerge This heart of mine knows all these deep secrets Even their shadows cannot be separated And these dreams are mine and mine alone! 22.5.2021 Sponsor: Brian Strand Contest: All yours May 23 First Place

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Date: 5/28/2021 11:02:00 AM
Creative winning work. Dreams can come true if some goals are added to the dreams but sometimes what we wish or dream about are not what we really want. Congrats on this winner. Sara
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Carol Mitra
Date: 5/28/2021 5:44:00 PM
Thank you dear Sara....our subconscious minds store information and these convert into our dreams and memories play a big role too....much love :)
Date: 5/23/2021 5:29:00 AM
Congratulations!
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Carol Mitra
Date: 5/23/2021 7:30:00 AM
Thanks dear Christuraj.....much love :)
Date: 5/22/2021 2:26:00 AM
We enter another world in our dreams Carol, its our own private world where our secrets are ours alone. Have a great weekend. Tom
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Carol Mitra
Date: 5/22/2021 4:07:00 AM
Thanks dear Tom....much love:)
Date: 5/21/2021 8:19:00 PM
Thank you, Carol...a lovely poem about dreams. I've had dreams on my mind lately. I enjoyed reading your poem.
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Carol Mitra
Date: 5/21/2021 8:24:00 PM
You most welcome....yes I have them too.

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