Armies of Dreams
Masterminds of fiction,
And the greatest writers.
Could never think up the beauty
That I’m so lucky to hold in my arms
No armies of dreams could
Be more powerful than just
One simple thought of you.
Armies of Dreams
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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