JolieH

I share dreams, colored photos
a foreign city, far far away
from now and then just here
where beauty rests in thoughts.
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I question dreams a dormant space
sleeping together in time
night washes canvas blush
and maple leaves butterfly nullity.
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Painters line cobbled streets
a feathered hat arbors to
silken eyes that tear rainfall
a shrill to lovers call,
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that echo restless sleep
between feather pillow softness
and a dove's wings paired
as love birds on a line.

Moonchild

Oh this is the stuff dreams are made of!
This is really pretty and written with
great imagery throughout.
I really enjoyed Jolie and like it lots.
Good job!