When you’re not here,
but secretly squirreled away
in your snug drey;
nesting,
waiting,
trying,
endlessly creating;
are you immersed in preserving
what exists between us?
Are you trying to prolong
the marvelous, magic moments
that flow
downstream
& that keep us buoyant?
Can it be done?
Is it all fairy dust
stuck in our eyes?
If it is then
I never want to wake again
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Author:
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Comments2
Ah, such beautiful sentiment. I wouldn't want to wake either🙂
Thank you - I am being disgustingly romantic at the moment ❤
Beautiful words 🙂🙂 like your style of writing
Thank you very much ❤
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