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Dreaming, the Lady sleeps,
A faire princess like dew
on her pallet resting.
The Universe
her dream. Beauty and pain
alike-
each known by the other. No,
nothing ugly, nothing real save
to her.
It is but a dream.
And yet the Universe knows
despair
of the dawn.
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Random Little Poems
PoetryJust some random poems I've written mostly they're lonely poems, memories, and things that didn't work out.
