Soft wandering,

                            Pattering feet

                                                     Across a forest floor carpeted in leaves


Faces and memories pass by in a blur..

                                                                    Content in where I am now…


Remember don’t let the spark in you slumber….

                                                                                      Strike it against anything…see it burst

Into flame….

                           The dream may be dormant…but it is not dead

                                                                                                             Just sleeping…


Carole Farish June 2012


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