Dreaming...A Poem by Amanda J. S.Hm.... :-)Sometimes I dream. Dream of foreign lands. I am always something
special Something important. I have helped a
little girl Escaping her father. He was all too kind
to her If you understand. I have been at war Escaping a forest, Jam-packed with evil
wood-folks. They shot a dog I
had. I once was in love In a dream. Or maybe twice, Maybe a lot of times. And I am always in
love with the same. But every time the
dream ceases, So does he. I can never remember
anything about him, Only that he is
always the same. © 2012 Amanda J. S.Author's Note
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StatsAuthorAmanda J. S.Writersville, DenmarkAboutHello, lovely people of Wristerscafe.org! I am a sixteen-year-old girl from Denmark, and my name is Amanda :-) I began writing about one and a half year ago, and a day hasn't gone by without me .. more..Writing
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