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Rated: E · Poetry · Emotional · #861015
Every one has dreams and desires. These are a few of mine.
My Dreams
E C Wesch

My dreams.. are angels, spreading wings
taking me even higher.
My dreams.. are fires, burning hot,
that fill me with desire.
My dreams.. are melodies, sweetly sung,
under a silvery moon.
My dreams.. are the warmth of the summer sun,
in the month of June.
My dreams.. are echoes of all I hear,
their voices call to me.
My dreams.. are rivers, swollen and deep,
winding and flowing free.
My dreams.. are arrows from cupids bow,
aimed-straight at my breast.
My dreams.. are pillows of feathery down,
for my weary head to rest.
My dreams.. are the windows to my heart,
letting in the light.
My dreams.. are the doorways to my soul,
I won't give up without a fight.

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