DREAMLAND

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~DREAM WEAVER~






When the dreams are gone
everything else goes away.
Hope is the first to go and
joy and happiness are gone.

Life dives into despair
when the dreams disappear.
The defeated life surrenders
to the harsh reality of tears.

Inspiration to work hard for
brighter future disappears
when there are no dreams
left for a brighter future.

I love to weave my dreams
of happiness of the future.
discarding all the negative
thoughts about my future.

I love to live in Dreamland
rather than the bleak future.
I love to weave nice dreams
cause I'm the Dream Weaver.

Kris ~ Dreamweaver