The light dwindles
fraying on the edges
If we could but touch
the dreams set in motion
Spun on creamy clouds
welcomed by night
Does it hold terror, peace
which comes down
To visit each, can we define
the boundary by ourselves
Funny frayed pieces of what
may have been, what is
Settles in the wisps
coming on the wind
fraying on the edges
If we could but touch
the dreams set in motion
Spun on creamy clouds
welcomed by night
Does it hold terror, peace
which comes down
To visit each, can we define
the boundary by ourselves
Funny frayed pieces of what
may have been, what is
Settles in the wisps
coming on the wind
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