Feverish Dreams

Feverish dreams,

mist filled visions,

drop like translucent pearls

upon my brain.

Each a perfect memory,

of a time, long past,

small children, who held my hands,

while balancing another on my hip,

as we jumped the gentle waves

Each giggle and shout ~

the purest sound,

that filled my heart to bursting.

© annettealaine-2013

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