Catching the gleam
Of the moon's silhouette
Bounced from the face
Of the moldy pond,
I catch myself dozing off
As I see the dream
Of the moonlit pond
And the hanging up
In the dark-blue sky
My radiant soul,
Dazzling shine of which
Wakes me up to dream.
If this really happened, it was cool. Much better than a moldy pool.
A similar thing happened to me just as I was about to wake up this morning. A dream invaded my dream and mixed them both up so much that I forgot them both. Drat!
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Love ya!
Jane
A similar thing happened to me just as I was about to wake up this morning. A dream invaded my dream and mixed them both up so much that I forgot them both. Drat!
Ron
Sandie :)