Dream Stones

Dream Stones

A Poem by Invisible Ink
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just a thought...

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stones she kept in her pockets
so she could reach in and feel
the smooth cool surfaces
whenever she felt or dreamed

I dream in blue and the smell
of cold streams, turning stones
over and over until they shine,
wet moss, glistening in
the pale sunlight through
cloud-covered sky

© 2017 Invisible Ink


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Added on December 4, 2016
Last Updated on May 25, 2017

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Invisible Ink
Invisible Ink

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"I guess I wrote in invisible ink, Oh, I've tried to think how I could have made it appear" - Aimee Mann Open the cage and set the bird free. more..

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