My mind is full
of all that you give.
However unreal, its
truthfulness lives.
There is no torture of
mind with you.
I think my thoughts
as dreamers do.
The trust is sweet,
so are the hours
of lonely moments
and memory showers.
The sun swings happily
in the sky,
andI, I never ever cry.
Sally Plumb
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