All the perhaps and maybes
linger in the distant land of tomorrow,
where one day,
on a sunlit morning,
we will let them go.
All the perhaps and maybes
linger in the distant land of tomorrow,
where one day,
on a sunlit morning,
we will let them go.
I am a dreamer and a writer who loves to ponder on the words of the soul.
October 7, 2016 at 10:49 am
Such a gracious and generous idea. 🌹
October 8, 2016 at 7:12 am
Thank you as always Dorna 🙂
October 8, 2016 at 8:21 am
playful poem pondering perhaps… 🙂
October 9, 2016 at 8:52 am
Thank you my friend 🙂
October 9, 2016 at 9:28 am
🙂
October 10, 2016 at 7:57 am
This was just what I needed to read right now. Thanks for sharing. ❤
October 10, 2016 at 10:19 pm
Thank you my friend 🙂
October 11, 2016 at 1:04 pm
One day, you will do great poems.
October 11, 2016 at 1:05 pm
And will have a holiday named for you.
October 16, 2016 at 10:11 am
Haha I wish
October 16, 2016 at 10:11 am
Thank you so much ☺
October 16, 2016 at 4:36 pm
You are very graciously welcome so much. 🙂
October 11, 2016 at 1:04 pm
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By the great Neha.