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Dreamers
Moonlight
cascades over
Newly painted
dreams
Rising
sweet images
Dance painfully
near.
Wanton are
the desires
That place
in our mind
Like dancers
of a ballet
That curtain
doth fall.
Wakening
our heart
Once frozen
in time
Drifting
to dream
That play
in our mind.
Love sleeps
a smile
Our heart
has grown
Pastel
in color
That hangs
on the moon.
