Dreams Of The Past Poem by Joyce Hemsley

Dreams Of The Past



Imagine...one fine day
we may walk together,
dreaming all the way
of bright and sunny weather.
I will be yours,
you will be mine,
your eyes will sparkle
mine will shine.
Imagine this when you are lonely
Imagine that I love you only.
Then open every door to me
and I'll be your dream eternally.

These words came true
sixty years ago.

Tuesday, November 25, 2008
Topic(s) of this poem: weather
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Joyce Hemsley

Joyce Hemsley

Portsmouth England
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