I have a dream, a whispered hope,
A tiny star in skies that slope.
It might not shine, it might not gleam,
Just be a spark within my dream.
I know the world is often gray,
And dreams like mine can fade away.
But still, I hold it, small and bright,
A gentle comfort in the night.
If nightmares come, and shadows creep,
At least my dream is buried deep.
A sweet escape, a place to be,
My happy, hopeful dream, for me.
T.M.Solvang
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