The Brown Eyed Dreamer

'Fill your paper with the breathings of your heart.' William Wordsworth

Frosted Glass.

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I will find symphonies in your distant sighs,

Poetry entwined amongst sentences left unsaid,

Art embedded into the cracks and crevices of your turned back; 

I will tell myself a frosted glass fairytale 

For I always fall for the wonderfully impossible, 

And you are a dream I adore to indulge in. 

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Author: thebrowneyeddreamer

Teenage girl from the mysterious, rainy land of Northern Ireland, obsessed with music, France and movies. I like to write books and poetry when I can get my head out of the clouds.

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