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Sweet Dreams

 

Dreams are the cure

for slings and arrows

in peaceful dreams

all conflicts narrow

in its sweet arms

there is no sorrow

the stuff of dreams

brings new tomorrows.

 

 

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◄ Mother's Eyes

The Space Of A Lifetime ►

Comments

d.knape

Sat 17th Nov 2018 14:42

When we awake
recall our dreams
they make no sense
aren't what they seem
We try to figure
what they mean
yet hate those gone
we can't redeem.

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