
In a land where dreams
are real,
Ones imagination, their heart
openly feel.
Castles stand boldly on rocky
mountaintops,
Blowing softly over fields warm
breezes never stop.
Through green valleys meandering
streams flow,
Trickling over moss covered stones under
the moons misty glow.
Knights riding proudly on
gallant steeds,
Searching for fair maidens
in need.
One takes many journeys
such as these,
Floating ever so gently in dreams
riding on the breeze.





and much love & light~ Desire~*~
's Thanks ever so much for coming by to read!


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