Dreamscapes
Do not of the past, think its gone!
Listen carefully to the lyrics, still playing.
The crescendoes satisfy your deepest cravings.
That poetic soul of yours constantly playing a song.
Mother singing you sweet lullabies.
The orchestra at your wedding, when you danced all night long.
And at incensed funerals, heavenly chanting went sweetly on.
5/13/2921
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