Dream 18 Tuesday Nov 2014 Posted by Esther H. in Poésie ≈ 5 Comments TagsDream, Father, Tanka I’m in my child room, I hear my father singing, He’s in the garden. I jump for joy, run outside. All is still. It was a dream. TwitterSkypeFacebookPinterestTumblrEmailMoreTelegramLinkedInPrintStumblePocketRedditWhatsAppLike this:Like Loading... Related
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Ow… His song is also your song.
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Excellent post. I have had dreams that were so real, you think you are still asleep. Thanks for sharing. Hugs, Barbara
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Beautiful dream, beautiful words.
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Dreams abolish time,
And as long as they do so,
They help us to live.
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