Dreams - white clouds made of fluff
Reach out and nothing remains
Bewilderment, fantasy, distant smiles
So I watch them play their games.
Shapes, forms, and different hues
Illusions- work of art,
They persuade me into their being
In the vortex, I fall apart.
Delicious delusions, I know them for
Still real, truer than true,
Dreams, my constant companions
A tantalizing web I've fallen into!
MS
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