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in my dream
Click here to hear the poem read aloud: In My Dream in my dream I walk with the sun warm on my back along a deserted soft pebble beach where the Mediterranean caresses the small stones to the music of … Continue reading
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Tagged bitter north-easterly, butterflies, deserted beach, driving snow, mediterranean, murmur of bees, music of my soul, papillons, poem, poetry, warm sun
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