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daydreaming, Drift Away, Night Owl Poetry, poems, poetry, raft, river, water
Drifting away
With no clear direction
Mind wandering aimlessly
Along with the wafting breeze
Warm with enticement
Caressing ever so softly
Fingers gliding in cool waters
Swirling endlessly about
Rippling a path to nowhere
©2014 Dorinda Duclos All Rights Reserved
Night Owl Poetry - Dorinda Duclos 
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Thank you 🙂
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I want to be adrift and usually am!!
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I think we all do, Gail, and on Monday I definitely am 🙂
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Sounds like a wonderfully relaxing place to be….as long as the sun isnt beating down too harshly 😉 Lovely!!!
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Thank you Morgan. I would imagine it was a bit overcast..that would definitely fit the mood.
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that would be perfect 🙂
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