dreams January 13
What are dreams
In my lonely cottage,
winter's chill still by your side,
inward thought arises,often
going on undisturbed,
until i wake up for a cup of hot tea;
if there were dreams to sell,
what would i do?
dreams come often with a shade
of panic or forewarning,
or like a siren, dead of night;
at times, dreams are roses
or jasmines, sacred with fragrance
a hope and will to permeate;
i would ask for life
without pain or penury,
life of love, charity, genorosity,
above all , endurance life's
gifted call stay permanent ;
Let my dream come true
only for good , for the sake of humanity;
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