Under stary night;
Along with the gracefull wind;
My mind soon dozed off.
As sleep blankets me;
And I get comfortable;
My mind starts to roam.
Just like the spring skys;
There are many fluffy clouds;
For me to choose from.
From all these to choose;
Were will my wondering steps-
Lead me to this time?
A dark chasm were-
I'll be all by my lonesome;
Will I be alone?
Like a garden path;
This road paved by many dreams;
New dreams are ahead.
Many other dreams;
Other symbols. Other lives;
New and old friends wait.
A grand fountain sprays;
Many flowers suround this-
Great, grand, magic cloud.
Full of ambition;
Activities that will pass;
Something. . .wishable.
Like winter is cold;
So is waking up let down;
Realizing now-
That it was a dream;
Like a summers fun time;
Autumn ends them soon.
I'll wait for the time;
That my dream really comes true;
Till then. . .I must wait. . .
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A Walk In My Dream Scape
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