"The human heart has hidden treasures, in secret kept, in silence sealed; the thoughts, the hopes, the dreams, the pleasures, whose charms were broken if revealed." -Charlotte Brontë
Sunday, July 17, 2011
Familiar
"I, being, poor, have only my dreams; I have spread my dreams under your feet; Tread softly because you tread on my dreams."
It's nice when the same familiar face always stars in your dreams.
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