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Now I sit writing this dream with a rhyme
just to show others that now is the time.

Submitted:Dec 18, 2012    Reads: 13    Comments: 1    Likes: 0   

Running feet within my dreams
running to and fro it seams
So I decide to watch them
see where they go and catch them.

And as I watched I saw a bird
it spoke to me, oh how absurd?
This bird was so well bread
it bowed to me and said;

"Them feet be running to and fro
fixing things so you can grow
Lots of places you can go
come with me, so much to show."

I stood there with my mouth ajar
then realized I was floating far
Up in the sky to who knows where
beyond the clouds without a care.

We came to rest on a silver moon
that overlooked a silver loom
Where fairies weaved with golden thread
the thoughts of man and what they said.

The bird it took me by the hand
and off we flew to another land
Where dragons lived with wings of bronze
with fire that created lasting bonds.

So many things, in this dream was shown
so many places we, together had flown
Around the stars and on the moon
we saw dragons and the silver loom.

Now I sit writing this dream with a rhyme
just to show others that now is the time
To stop all the judging and know what is right
to shine with abundance to all like a light.-Written By Robyn Brown


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