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When I Stop Dreaming


As I lay in this greenest grass
Visions dance as clouds float pass
Calling his name out to a dove
He is the one the moon does love

This will be the day I can remember
His heart is here with mine forever
Whisper winds to me of his love
Sun caresses from its perch above

I think again of sweet dreams I knew
I lose myself once in a sky so blue
I think of how serenity will leave me
When reality calls and I stop dreaming

~THE FLOWING PEN~







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