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Poetry: An Island Made of Dreams


holding hands as we grow old
we share a time of wealth untold
living life built from our dreams
and every day is what it seems
we sail on skies spun from gold
and drift aloft as life unfolds
you are the king and I the queen
and nothing else lies in between
our love will keep until the cold
creeps into our old fragile bones
we only are what we believe
we are an island made of dreams

image + words © deb davies thorkelson

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