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The sweetness of a dream dies with the day
while images still linger in the mind
and as the moments pass, they fade away
leaving you the realities behind.
How wonderful impossible becomes
in dreamscape states that shadow in the night
and fall upon the subtle heart of some
recalling faces long since out of sight.
If dreams are fortunes of what is to be
then future journeys aren’t over yet
for dreamers who can sometimes plainly see
another path before them has been set.
The miracle of dreamscape that we are
outshines all other living things by far.
Copyright © Janis Thompson | Year Posted 2020
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