Dream Catcher
The diaphanous folds which lightly veil the moonlit sky, and the
mystical forms moving in a pantomime of dance, cloak the mystery of the night. And the mind moves with the melodies of the lilies and reeds of a darkened pond.
The hopes which spring from the tender corners of the heart, flutter as the wings of a butterfly, and taking flight as the feathered wings of an eagle they soar to the sparkling stars. And in the sands of time each hope is clothed in the emerald of a chrysalis.
Every velvet reflection of the mind settles as a facet upon a jeweled promise. And in the cradle of a dream, the winds which whistle against the clouded sky give way to the teardrops of the morning dew. For a dream catcher holds every hope and dream.
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