Whispers From the Shadows
A dream is like a rose
Appealing to the eye
Harmful to the touch
Illusion or reality
A dream is like a cloud
Pure as the sunshine
Yet can turn on upon you
Like a raging fire
A dream is like a river
Always flowing to great lengths
Renewed by the rain
By a single tear
A dream is like a bird
Flies above endlessly
Free to think, to feel, to love
To be touched by a single soul
Copyright © Shannon Deane | Year Posted 2011
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