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I Await

Wide awake in the pitch of night   is when they come   drifting in and out dreams   dancing between real and fantasy   declaration sits within the heart and is always felt   each time different but the same   the longing oft remains   and roams     the thrums, the whirrs   easing me off to you   caressing those night time blues   staring then stirring     how can I await   as time passes by slowly   but surely   you wait too

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Date: 7/9/2018 8:22:00 AM
Hopefully she does wait. I do appreciate your imagery, you get to the heart of emotion.
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Tim Smith
Date: 7/9/2018 1:15:00 PM
Thanks Rick
Date: 7/9/2018 1:25:00 AM
We wait for love, then death! OMG thats a good quote!!!! :) Loved the poem.
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Tim Smith
Date: 7/9/2018 1:12:00 PM
Sometimes they come at the same time
Date: 7/8/2018 9:50:00 PM
This is so beautiful, dreamy and romantic. Love is patient. Your thoughts caress the page with such grace. ~ Brandy
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Tim Smith
Date: 7/9/2018 1:14:00 PM
Thank you so much Brandy
Date: 7/8/2018 8:56:00 PM
Heartfelt masterpiece.. your muse is strong right now, keep writing!!!
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Tim Smith
Date: 7/9/2018 1:14:00 PM
Thank you Dave
Date: 7/8/2018 2:55:00 PM
wait wait wait, in the in between breaths of fate... hugs x
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Tim Smith
Date: 7/9/2018 1:14:00 PM
Always waiting
Date: 7/8/2018 8:14:00 AM
Excellent and well penned. Thanks for sharing it.
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Tim Smith
Date: 7/9/2018 1:14:00 PM
Thank you Ravi
Date: 7/8/2018 7:36:00 AM
In an identical dreamscape you will find the one you seek. Send your coordinates.;-) Seriously, it's filled with longing and expressed sorrowfully, but beautifully. This reminds me of a verse in Robert Brownings poem 'A Woman's Last Word... " —-Must a little weep, Love,/ (Foolish me!)/ And so fall asleep, Love,/ Loved by thee."
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Tim Smith
Date: 7/9/2018 1:13:00 PM
Don't you get me blushing : ))
Date: 7/8/2018 7:26:00 AM
Surely, she beckons to wait. Well done. ;)
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Tim Smith
Date: 7/9/2018 1:12:00 PM
I hope so Moon
Date: 7/8/2018 7:21:00 AM
a joy to read your lovely lines today Tim:-) hugs Jan xx
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Tim Smith
Date: 7/9/2018 1:12:00 PM
Thank you Jan :)

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