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another dream about changing.

Submitted:Feb 17, 2012    Reads: 19    Comments: 4    Likes: 3   

Once upon a midnight dream,
I spied a house that was unclean.
The house unclean was made of clay,
and it was made within a day.

I spied a woman on bended knee,
on bended knee, she looked at me.
And to my shock, and to my surprise,
I found myself looking into my own eyes.
The unclean house within my dream,
I saw was a wrong choice made to gleam.
And the woman on bended knee,
was a representation of what could be.

I spied the mold that had been formed,
and then all at once a thought had dawned.
And to my shock, and to my surprise,
I'd reformed the clay, before my eyes.-written by Robyn Brown


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