Sunday, August 28, 2022

Fantasy or two

 The sun goes down and

no one can be found,

the stars now shine

and I imagine you are 

mine. 


Can it change 

the possibilities remain,

when I think of you 

and what our love can

do. 


Call it wishful thoughts

ones that can't be stopped,

blue skies are all I have 

with those dreams of you. 



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