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Dreams…
Disappearing like quick-silver
Just out of reach
Sleeping, waking, always escaping
As quick as a wink, before you can blink
Fluid, flowing into the ether
Nothing to hold, were I so bold as to try
Just an impression, an inkling, a notion
But oh for a potion to clasp it, to grasp it
Before it dissolves in the mists of time
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©Denise G Allen, 06 September 2013 08:29
