One day a dream will come,
bustled up against the cold,
finally
at my door.
It will sit down to tea I've made,
asking serious questions like:
"Do you still want me?"
And I will answer,
in the while it takes to mean "Yes," when staring at a promised face.
Sep 3, 2013
Sep 3, 2013 at 5:17 PM UTC
One day a dream will come,
bustled up against the cold,
finally
at my door.
It will sit down to tea I've made,
asking serious questions like:
"Do you still want me?"
And I will answer,
in the while it takes to mean "Yes," when staring at a promised face.
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