Cup of Dreams

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I hope to harvest my cup of dreams
Filled with the spiraling stars and different seems
Luminescent wishes and pondering thoughts from afar
Caught, trapped, changed ideas quite bizarre

Limpid pearls swivel round in my cauldron aglow
With new ambitions dreaming, dying true to bestow
Hoping for the contents to spill like a cup of frothy milk
Like a divulging secret disembarrass as like to silk

And in my incandescent jar I hold with high esteem
These grand galaxy dreams truly rule supreme
Catching and faltering the firefly desires of my very being
Hoping to release these of thoughts becoming quite freeing

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