"Could we but mould our dreams at will,
And keep them free from harm or ill,
How pleasant it would be,
To deem our waking hours but dreams,
And that, our life which now but seems
A baseless fantasy."

~Lady M. W. Montague~

 

 

"Dreams are a vision of things unseen,
A glimpse, into the heart
A fleeting wish of inner most thoughts.
Which can be a sunrise on a warm spring morning"

 

~Chickadee~

 

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