Dreams

Dreams

A Poem by Miss Owl
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We as young or as old as we feel.

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I twirl
beneath the falling leaves
their fiery colors
gather all around me

I laugh in childish delight
loving the freedom to feel young again
as autumn chills the air
 and damp and cold is the wind

I want to be young and free
to be me and follow my dreams
at 20 I shouldn't feel so old
but old is how I feel, it seems

© 2014 Miss Owl


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A lovely poem bout enjoying fall and youth but with a touch of sadness haunting it. We really are as old as we feel. Are minds are willing but sometimes our bodies are not. Very nicely done.

Posted 10 Years Ago


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Miss Owl

10 Years Ago

Thanks Coyote Song.
Coyote Song

10 Years Ago

:) smiles for you.
Very beautiful and enchanting. Yes, I agree. WE are only as old or young as we feel so we ought to try and be youthful within reason all the time. Nice positive poem.

Posted 10 Years Ago


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Black Cat Fever

10 Years Ago

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Miss Owl

10 Years Ago

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Black Cat Fever

10 Years Ago

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Miss Owl
Miss Owl

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I love to write and do artworks. I love the wilderness, hiking, camping, fishing and hunting with a camera. I love to read horror, paranormal romance and anything in between. I love owls. I love.. more..

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