What Dreams Are Made Of

"What Dreams Are Made Of" inner wishes cling on the wings of dreams desires of fires of love invade hearts sleeping on fluffy white pillow tasting strawberries and cream a journey begins ... to a new realm ... departs. "fairy tale" delights embrace and ignites the hollow tunnel space, eerie and exciting a basket awaits at palatial garden gates toss a coin as a wishing well invites as closed eyes envision a reality with precision while a dream manifests delighting. for dreams are made of happy hearts holding pure love and the truth of all dreams are etched in warm sunbeams. *For Kim Merryman's What Dreams Are Made Of Contest. *July 29, 2012.

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Skat A

Date: 3/13/2014 2:04:00 AM

touching write, a beautiful reminder...SKAT

Linda-Marie Sweetheart

Date: 8/12/2012 1:07:00 AM

WON 4th place ... thankxxx...

Carol Sunshine Brown

Date: 8/9/2012 10:58:00 AM

A well deserved placement for you in Kim's "Dream" contest. Congratulations Linda-Marie. Love, Carol

Kash Poet

Date: 8/4/2012 5:45:00 PM

Congrats Linda on a stunning win with this beautiful poem!

Kim Merryman

Date: 8/4/2012 3:25:00 PM

Linda-Marie, thank you for participating in my contest. I enjoyed this whimsical poem. You have a special way with words. Congrats on your win! Hope you'll be feeling better soon! Love, Kim

Rhonda Johnson-Saunders

Date: 7/30/2012 6:45:00 AM

Beautiful dreams you have created, Linda-Marie!! Enjoyed this morning!! Love and Blessings, Rhonda

Russell Sivey

Date: 7/29/2012 5:16:00 PM

This is a very fabulous and intensely grandiose write my friend! I thoroughly enjoyed this incredible poem Linda-Marie! You spark my imagination with this elaborate piece here! I too hope you are feeling better! Great Work!!

Edward Ebbs

Date: 7/29/2012 2:22:00 PM

WOW! I want to dream like that! My dreams vary on how the day goes and the last inputs before my slumber. Never watch a violent movie before going to bed, the seeds of dreams become much more... Very nice poem :)