Thou tiniest dreams.
Skys so blue of colours of seas.
Cabins of wood,running streams.
Scents of sweet peas.
Nature walks, hand and hand.
Thou moon so bright.
Warmth, lay deep in the sand.
Gathering around a fire thou night.
Twas heavenly beyond words.
Somewhere out there, I did not feel.
Yet nibbling deep in the night, on cheese curds.
Thou summer love, did help me heal.
Twinkling stars we shared, you and me.
A gazing kiss upon my lips.
Looking back I still can see.
Your sparkling eyes, of tall sail ships.
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Cathy Deslippe
Catherine Deslippe
At the age of 7, I became an author. I am an international writer with many authors; all royalties went to cancer patients without insurance. I used to write to cope, but now I write to bring others hope.
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