In Finely Woven Dreams
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In finely woven dreams, I pluck
Soft, snow white feathers from swans and
Collect pieces of pure blue skies.
My new dreams lap against the shore
Of consciousness. Perhaps they will
Provide me with wings to soar once more.
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