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Screen Dream
Soft gentle whispers,
Tickle my ears,
Each hair stands on end,
I sense you are near.
Your words ever flowing,
Onto the screen,
I read them so slowly,
And chance into dream.
I step into starlight,
Find fairy floss flowers,
And mix magic moonbeams,
With shimmering showers.
I float on sweet echoes,
And zoom through the sky,
On soft wispy clouds,
Then wake with a sigh!
Joy Weare.
27th September, 2004.
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Screen Dream
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