The Sapless Figure Of My Dream Poem by Rebecca Stansfield

The Sapless Figure Of My Dream



The sapless figure of my dream,
Sloppy, dead-almost and dying,
Is coming back alive again-
With myself seldom-hardly trying.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Christian Leope 08 August 2011

Dreams always come back alive, Rebecca. Alas after a lot of time

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