Dreams And Hands Poem by Sharron Stephenson

Dreams And Hands



place the words of truthin the hands
of friends
open the door to the strange world in
which we live
the waters that guides the shore to the
horizon of paradise

the nights are cold and loney
the morning sun wakes me from a dream
of tight and dark

Tuesday, August 2, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: dreams
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when the dreams wake
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