Dreams are made of fog and clouds,
After comes the rain,
Poems too are but a dream,
That you can't refrain.
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good thought. I like it. thanks. I invite you to read my poems and comment.
I'll read over poems late at night, for comfort. and my unconscious mind dreaming is way smarter than me. so I treasure both. but a poor substitute I suppose. but I would hardly know. good one; -)