Dreams Ii
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Patricia Gale
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Dreams of gold and silver
Love and war and things to come
The sweetest of them ever
A slice of heaven or just a crumb
Love suspended from the stars
Or light hugs of moon beams
Leaving hearts marked with scars
Or cold and dreary screams
Fulfilling a lonely soul
Leaving warmth for morning’s light
A bottomless empty hole
Falling endlessly far from sight
They come and they go
Some stay to be replayed
Fading and running to and fro
Some invited and some invade
Never fear for they are always here
Some to follow and a few unmade
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