The Invention of Dreams
When the sleeping good,
regret what they could.
And the night closes,
like winter roses.
Dreams are invented,
sometimes demented.
It's in the design,
soul and mind align.
Then the sleeping good,
did all that they could!
date: 12/19/19
contest:Strand special 5
sponsor:Brian Strand
Copyright © Meru Groen | Year Posted 2019
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