Sweet Dreams Poem by Katy Tuten

Sweet Dreams



Sweet colors fade
as secrets are made.
The night comes at last;
The moon is cast.

Solitude in sweet dreams
is bursting at the seams.
One little thread
I cling to from the Dead.

Caged no more am I,
no more tears to cry.
These sweet dreams I cling to
as the night fades to blue.

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