Tuesday, January 24, 2012

Day Dream

Whenever I day dream,
and day dream I do,
in my secret garden,
I day dream of you.

I day dream of you
in a faraway land,
embracing my tight
and holding my hand.

Holding my hand
and touching my face.
just you and me in this peaceful place.

In this peaceful place
a pristine river flows.
Where the unicorns run,
a breeze always blows.

A breeze always blows,
and sings of song.
Our love in place
where you're never gone

Where you're never gone
is as it


by: anonymous

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