Dream DriftingA Poem by Julie Murphy, Julie Desin & Julie Stoddard
Night falls
And I am called Drifting slowly To a world where I only Go alone A world of my own Backward I do not look Worries hung On a bedside hook Without a care Anything Is possible there Joy and fantasy, fears Anything Is possible here Away, away I go Where to you ask? I do not know. © 2008 Julie Murphy, Julie Desin & Julie Stoddard |
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Added on March 12, 2008 AuthorJulie Murphy, Julie Desin & Julie StoddardErie, PAAboutLife has been crazy for a very long time, but for now I have some time and will be trying to add more of my writing. I'll slowly be restoring them from my own back ups, though it may take some time. .. more..Writing
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