Boat of dreamsA Poem by SleeplessVolcanoThe morning sun is calling us - I packed a coffee flask. Bring some of those lemon zest muffins We’ll row out before the waves start to chat Bring your mountain-top scarf - The wind likes to tickle your neck, Just like I do. Can you see those dark clouds? And soon they’d also be smiling - As you would When you throw down your anchor In my boat of dreams. © 2018 SleeplessVolcanoReviews
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1 Review Added on February 4, 2018 Last Updated on February 4, 2018 AuthorSleeplessVolcanoAbout"In the end there doesn't have to be anyone who understands you. There just has to be someone who wants to". Robert Brault Art washes away from the soul the dust of everyday life. ~ Pablo Pica.. more..Writing
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