There are nights when I may not dream.
Then I shall lie awake
thinking that
there are worlds yet
where leaves blossom in green and larger blobs of pink
shimmering in the warm morning glow,
where soft purple blends with a softer sound
with the tones of violet and mauve.
I shall rest my head on a soft pillow
where your thoughts will trickle in an endless flow.
A world of sounds and symphonies,
pastel shades of harmonies
will arise and fade, and rise again
to affirm that there are certain things which forever glow
without getting estranged from the world of dreams.
Thank you +Elisabeth Estrangin for the image
Then I shall lie awake
thinking that
there are worlds yet
where leaves blossom in green and larger blobs of pink
shimmering in the warm morning glow,
where soft purple blends with a softer sound
with the tones of violet and mauve.
I shall rest my head on a soft pillow
where your thoughts will trickle in an endless flow.
A world of sounds and symphonies,
pastel shades of harmonies
will arise and fade, and rise again
to affirm that there are certain things which forever glow
without getting estranged from the world of dreams.
Thank you +Elisabeth Estrangin for the image
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