I don’t remember my dreams
sometimes I wonder why.
Dare my subconscious hide from me?
But, no…
I’m comfortable with my own shadows, too.
the dreams I can’t recall
are the ones I miss missing.
I don’t remember my dreams
sometimes I wonder why.
Dare my subconscious hide from me?
But, no…
I’m comfortable with my own shadows, too.
the dreams I can’t recall
are the ones I miss missing.
True wealth is the wealth of the soul
Poetry, story and real life. Once soldier, busnessman, grandfather and Poet.
A collective of thoughts, poetry, writing works, blurbs, and other randomosity
BUZZWEED QUIZZES
Art Studio Dumfriesshire
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