
On my pillow . . .
I had a dream last night
it was about flowers
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S
were heating up
my dream and
the flowers was
embracing me
with a heavenly
nights sleep
I wasn’t
counting sheeps
oh no, I was
picking flowers
in my own . . .
special dream
Poetry by Dan Cederholm
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Written on 2008-03-30 at 10:43



