Beautiful Dream

like a carefully guarded secret,

she hides quietly within,

flowing like an underground river,

dancing like a butterfly on the

warm, southern wind;

mesmerizing and energizing,

a gentle whisper,

a bright white light,

fresh and clear,

a distant shining star,

twinkling in the cold black night;

my last pure thought,

my only reprieve,

when everything else has been

shattered or destroyed,

exposed and denied,

she is my silent refuge;

my beautiful dream.

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