My Favorite Dream
The wind brushes across my face
Blowing my dusty rose hair
His dirty blonde hair flying
Along the sidewalk
We walk hand in hand
Wathcing our dogs ahead
We stop for a break along the way
In a place crowded with trees
Our conversation grows
As we move closer together
Our faces close
His blue-green eyes looking into mine
Our lips touch
His gentle and sweet
His hands at my waist
Mine around his shoulders and neck
A sudden noise in my ear
A sudden fade between us
As I jolt awake I realize
It was all just a dream
This poem is about:
Me
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