Both
There is no rest,
For now there are two.
One in my world,
One in another.
They are still dreams.
What could be,
What will never be.
One I see nearly every day,
The other sees what I write.
Confusion clouds my thoughts.
For now there are two.
One in my world,
One in another.
They are still dreams.
What could be,
What will never be.
One I see nearly every day,
The other sees what I write.
Confusion clouds my thoughts.
posted by Earth Rooster at 3:38 AM
2 Comments:
Very nice, ER.
That's very beautiful, Smitten Kitten. Simple and heartfelt.
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