6 thoughts on “Dreams”

  1. When I read your poem Sylvia, I could smell the rose. There is something about that fragrance which invokes a kind of dreaming . . .. or perhaps a remembering in the heart of all that is good, beautiful and true. In any case, thank you for another inspired creation.


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