Dreams by Richard Maxfield 5-14-99 DREAMS are like, a vaporous mist fledging thoughts , with reality twist invading the darkest, of the night haunting tell, morning light sun rises, and chases them away only to return, before the end of day shadows flicker, in my mind of another place, another time dreams were once, reality a love shared, between you and me dreams, can come true but not dreams, of me and you hopeless thoughts, of things that pasted dreams of you, will always lastBirth sign: Gemini
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