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Dreams
Such fragile things Filtering mists Touch barren wants Ignite hope Surface hidden desire Like rainbows, fade before touching Yet, their beauty is nectar to my soul. Originally written: April 1992 revised: 27 June 2001 Final revision: 3 October 2006
© Copyright 2001 DyrHearte (UN: dyrhearte at Writing.Com).
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