Dreams

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I had some dreams
Which I moulded
Into little toys.
They were damp and needed warmth.

There’s a window in my home
Which gets ample sunlight.
I kept my toys on the window sill
To let them bask, and be tough.
There was a constant fear though
Of someone touching them
And wrecking everything,
So, I shut the door to the room.

 

I went into the room, after ages,
And everything was calm
And beautiful.

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The moonbeams in the dark room,
Sieving through the window.
I opened the window in haste
Enchanted by the beauty of the moon.
And there on the floor,
Lay my dreams,
Broken, into pieces.

 

I tried to fashion them again
But sometimes they crumbled
Due to lack of moisture
And at others, flowed,
Due to the excess of water.
I don’t know the correct composition anymore.

 

I have some dreams,
But I don’t make the toys now.

 

 


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