Dreams Dwell
For in dreams, we enter a world that is entirely our own.
~J. K. Rowling
Dreams dwell in the place nostalgia leaves empty,
the silver space between late autumn and and winter’s embrace~
please, make my bed of dreams beneath the old willow tree.
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