Drifting dreamsA Poem by Jon Roggie
Trails of red,
all they see. Moment to moment, so dear. Others, no connection, so unclear. They have no clue, no clue, even a bit. Let imagination take, let it roll over, dreams so sweet. So sweet, so sweet, can't hold on, drift, stay close, drift © 2012 Jon Roggie |
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Added on November 17, 2012 Last Updated on November 17, 2012 AuthorJon RoggiePorterville, CAAboutI tend to ramble, and rarely explain myself. Take that as you will more.. |

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