Every Dream
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Peter S. Quinn
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Every dream must come true
In the reaching to understand
Nothing is here really new
To thoughts of ways and strand
Thousand leaves have rust
In the parting seasons glowing
Returned to the earthy dust
With every dividing on flowing
Every reality is like a cloud
In timeless songs clinging
Within moments of their doubt
When reverie’s back swinging
You can begin to play memories
From your thoughts on a hold
Like music you hear in a breeze
In the icy of winter's cold
This dream is wonderland alone
When hopelessly we are lost
Each luminous gives a new tone
When we wander in times crossed
In the misty of diffuse and dark
With instances full of old holding
Some thoughts come in like spark
When gone dreams are unfolding
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