DreamsA Poem by rosemary keoghSitting on the front porch.
the sound of chimes sing in my ear.
I swing so softly on my swing chair,
as i relax and drift away.
Into a place were no one can touch me.
It is a place from deep within.
It is were anything is possible,
my dreams is were it is.
It is a place that gives me hope,
also the place i gain my strenght.
It is my rock ,it also guilds me.
It is my dreams of wanting good. © 2012 rosemary keogh |
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5 Reviews Added on January 15, 2012 Last Updated on January 15, 2012 Authorrosemary keoghdublin, IrelandAbouthi in new to this and would like to get better. im a mother of 5 children and a carer. so if u like or if u dont plz leave a comment either way. thank you hope to learn a lot from here. :) more..Writing
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