Dreams
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In the midst of midnight croon,
twilight approving stars swoon
at the waning crescent moon.
A wee child climbs the ladder
of hope, courage, and dreams that matter.
A wyle smile gush from within,
their eyes melt reaching to win
the light above not giving in.
4/27/2019
Copyright © Eve Roper | Year Posted 2019
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