The Dreams of My Heart
by Sara Teasdale
The dreams of my heart and my mind pass,
Nothing stays with me long,
But I have had from a child
The deep solace of song;
If that should ever leave me,
Let me find death and stay
With things whose tunes are played out and forgotten
Like the rain of yesterday
♦
Maverick Mist 
MaşaAllah …fascinating !!
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Thank you Semra. 🙂
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The blurry versions of the flowers looked very dreamy and looked like starts of some sort sparkling in the dark. Beautiful! ❤
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*Blurry version
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Thanks Khloe, dreamy it is… 🙂
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You’re welcome my dear friend 🙂
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Maverick, I have tears in my eyes as I write this. These flowers are otherworldly the way you edited them, and the words to this poem struck HOME deep within my Heart. You brought me to a place, a very deep and quiet place, within me, and for this, I am so very grateful. Your image today left me breathless. (((HUGS))) Amy
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Thank you dear Amy. *Hugs*
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I love the sense of nostalgia and melancholy you created with the blur!! Lovely poem!
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Thanks Cybele, glad to know that you liked it.
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Truly beautiful Maverick… All the best to you!, Aquileana 😀
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Thank you Aquileana and also best to you always. 🙂
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Reblogged this on "A Curious Mind".
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Thank you. 🙂
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It a great poem maverick,good choice to go with the image,always find something to learn when I come and visit thank you my friend
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Nice of you to say, thanks Sheldon. 🙂
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