My Precious Dreams
At night from heavens gate the air breathes life into my soul. “Awake, awake… come play with us…” the darkness calls to me. Darkness Bright and light as a feather I go to play … …forever in my dreams …forever at the gates’ of Heaven. …Won’t you play with me?”
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JGH
From Durban, South Africa, love the sharks, wwe, arsenal... and occasional poet.
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