Sweet Dreams
The sweetest of dreams
invelop the mind,
drifinting down the river
of a mystical dream scape.
A mixture of irridescent colors
delight the eyes;
soothing and peaceful,
restful sleep.
Sweet Dreams
The sweetest of dreams
invelop the mind,
drifinting down the river
of a mystical dream scape.
A mixture of irridescent colors
delight the eyes;
soothing and peaceful,
restful sleep.
Poetry is not the expression of personality but an escape from personality.
T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.
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