Where dreams await those whom wish,
Fantasies come to life, a heart does not ache.
The magic of possibilities are a reach away,
Hurtful things have not a place to play.
Where beautiful things can’ not be destroyed,
Birds of blue fly, they sing in the sky.
Nothing to make you cry beyond a rainbow up so high,
All the trees are filled with a fruit so sweet.
Over the rainbow where all things imagined may come true,
Thoughts of love and hope are clearly understood but heard of once before.
Might there be such a place where these things can come true.?
Keith Garrett
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One of my favorite songs. 🙂
I sincerely hope so 🙂 Thank you for the follow and I so look forward to reading more of your poetry.
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Another song you have placed in my head! At least you are not as bad as my husband who comes in humming the song that has been running through my head all day. How many people are demented enough to be reading my mind?
Jeanette Hall
Thanks again for your thoughts
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