Dreams

Dreams float in clouds and on the rivers that we live by.

They pass along beams of light and up into the sky.

When the clouds get heavy, they float down like snow.

Into little open hands waiting for them on the ground.

Just a little seed of thought, creative in its nature.

Pure little piece of energy, possibilities endless, anytime adventure.

© Deon Heemskerk 5-12-2012

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2 responses

  1. This is the first beautiful blog that I encounter today.
    Beautiful lay out and lovely poem.
    Thanks for sharing.

    Best wishes,
    mei

    December 5, 2012 at 11:40 am

    • Deon Heemskerk

      Thank you very much for the kind words Mei and thankyou for taking the time to read them! 🙂

      December 5, 2012 at 11:55 pm

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