When the forest floor is bathed in moonlight I wait between the trees Soon you will come Carefully and quietly Moving with ease
In the stillness of the night Your silhouette appears In your hand I see a flower My heart skips a beat In the distance the village clock strikes the midnight hour
How we like to play silly tricks with our minds Wishing for what we want to see You disappear without a trace A figment of my imagination or a full moon lunacy
I have been writing poetry since I was a child and it has helped in the good times and bad times. I am always looking within to find the answers to life's problems and to write thought-provoking poetry and prose.
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Christine
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Oh I LOVE LOVE LOVE this!!
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Yes, imagination! 🙂💕
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🙂 ❤
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What we imagine
And what is real
Are not the same deal
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So true 🙂
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Ah! Wishful thinking!
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Yes!
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❤️
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Brilliant piece. Sometimes imagination can take us to places better than reality.
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Thank you Francie 🙂💕
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You’re welcome!
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