Dreams dive into happiness
As do they drown in fear
But wild dreams always are
For magic can appear
Dreams lead to longing
As do they show disgust
But wild dreams always are
For what is it you trust
Dreams walk to other worlds
As do they keep on close
But wild dreams always are
For feelings they expose
Dreams can make impressions
Whether ripe or rotten
But wild dreams always are
Though easily forgotten
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On my way
PoetryThe ways of the wind The ways of the wild The ways of the wonders Poetry.
