Dreams Poem by Gayle Sweeney

Dreams

Rating: 5.0


Still mobile are my true, beautiful dreams
Since flowers have sewed the old, ragged seams.
Above the earth during a sunny hour
White clouds float while those pure flowers tower.
The shimmery sky, sapphires of light blue,
Hummed us a song
Then on wings the song flew.
At night the moon by the world is treasured.
With my dear deep dreams I stay enamoured.

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