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Our Dreaming Mind
Our sweet dreams
are built on love;
our saddest ones
are of when love dies.
Each day we build up ourselves
to face a better tomorrow.
We dream of things
we want to happen.
On waking up, we wish them to,
but our dreams are only facts,
we have stored up everyday,
and while we are asleep, our mind stores them away.
At times we live in a world of make believe,
where fantasy and hope intertwine,
to make a sort of reality
in our dreaming mind.
26 May 2007
poem
by
David Harris
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