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In The Arms Of Morpheus
In The Arms Of Morpheus
drifting over
dew cast lawns
bare footed and silent
the silken threads
of spiders webs
lacing toes with frost
melting footprints
cross the path
lead gently to
a flowing river
where dreams
pop to the surface
in silver bubbles
before being lost
In the flowing eddies
the trees
gather close
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Friday 18th October 2013 8:25 pm
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