The Brown Eyed Dreamer

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


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Frosted Glass.

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.