Dreams come fourth within thy soul, formed by thought and covered in gold. Fluent in scene and beauty foretold, graced with truth and visions of old. Growing in peace and Lilly-like streams, blessed is thee with ruby red seams, and thoughtful ribbons engraved with glee.
Tell me my Love, are thee pleased?
Standing between thy evergreen trees, with beautiful vines of longevity, reaching for water within thy memory. Deep within thy sub-conscious dreams, indeed thy truth is found in elegant beings.
Thy whispering breeze enraptures thee, and thy peaceful slumber indeed is seen. Senses of old ignite within thee, eyelids closed with tranquility. Cold yet light thy slumber in peace, like a frozen statue carved in trees.
Visions emit thy purity, encased with screens and evergreen scenes, pastel ink covers thee with blissful sovereignty. Elegance profound is placed within thee, and images of life flourish in streams, like rivers of life bursting with glee.
Grace thee, I plead, with life eternally. Bound to thy soul are thy dreams of gold, indeed thy have seen thy message of old. Visions of beauty and colorfully bold, encased with life and nurturing souls. Bring fourth thy Love and Evergreen-kin, as thy voice is heard in thy beauties grin.
And as thy dream, as message retained, forms and sounds and beautifully made. Departs from sight and leaving no might, causes thee serenity. For all hath past with pain before gain, allow thy dreams to clean thy slate. In truth thy depart, as dreams represent thy message of heart.
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