Dreams
By Thomas William Cornfield
Dreams:
When the sun is raising.
In the yellow haze.
Look on the horizon,
and you will be amazed.
There is a little man there.
You can barely see.
He stands there, by
His pot of gold.
Waiting for, a big rainbow.
That only we can see.
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