Dream
These dark, lovely clouds flowed across the sky,As purple sparkles glittered in my moon's light,
As spring winds whistled up high,
Proving the colors of the night.
The stars of my love ran,
Across the lightness of the skies dew;
Myths taken past the universe then,
Were comingly anew.
The harder the sky rained,
The prettier the sound,
The flowers murmurs gained,
My heart to the heavens bound.
If the day arrives,
It shall be granted my despise.
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