In Pure Dreaming Poem by Elizabeth Haasch

In Pure Dreaming



in pure dreaming
a world with no fear would exist
flowers would not wilt
and the sun would never set

in pure dreaming
the grass would stay green
fighting wouldn't exist
and death would not leave us lonely

in pure dreaming
love would not exist

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