Dream

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You were once only a dream that I had.
I was a meandering river 
gushing towards your valley of still
turned, the elixir of life.
As the dreamers dream,
now you're to be my wife. 
Dreams like you are beautiful.
But where do dreams begin?
Is it on the strings of harps and violin?
In the light of never failing love 
dreams believed come true. 
Still I dream of my future with you.

Published by Smith Shine Poetry

I am my poetry, my poetry is me. I pray what I believe. I believe what I pray.

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