The magic of dreams
is that they lay outside of Time.
Remembering quite lucidly,
and weaving reminiscence with whatever we wish;
we create our own reality,
fresh yet full of nostalgia.
Bitter-sweet tears trace soft smile lines
as we wish, and sub-consciously hope
we never wake up.
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