Dream
Nocturne
You come to me in the blue veiled mist
Of the last light of the evening;
a faint shadow of a dream
that began many years ago.
Through time, you have remained elusive;
an evanescent image that cannot be held.
You have left me with a thirst
that will never be quenched.
By Linda Herring
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I think it's time to go shopping... maybe even buy some really cool stuff at my online shops!!
