Dreams Poem by Angel Weak

Dreams



Moon lit paths
Star light nights
Shooting stars
God's delights

Sleepy town
Lamps turned down low
Street lights extinguished
One traveler walking silently on tip toe

Dreams are mine to dream
On star lit nights
Wishes are mine to make
On shooting stars
All to God's delight

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Angel Weak

Angel Weak

North Carolina
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