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About This Poem
On the Edge of a Dream
The sight is simple, a triumphant vision
The clouds remain in dream’s succulent desire
Not a single realm like this burns quite like fire
I hold the heart of dream, to surely admire
Sparks images on the edge of dream’s beacon
Form Envelope Quintet
Entrant into Andrea Dietrich's "A CATCH-PHRASE DAZZLER: 1 IN 5 CHOICE" contest
12/23/2012
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