Lynn L. Poems

You're like a river,
endlessly running
through my mind.
Oh, how I dream:
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If only your lips weren't shut,
Your eyes meeting the unknown.
If only your winter was spring,
Giving life
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You're a dream I wouldn't want to wake up from.
Picture us, under an umbrella.
Hand in hand on a rainy night.
A beautiful feeling I'd never fight.
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A mutual feeling.
So beautiful it makes stealing
Feel magical
When it's a heart.
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