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Speckled Dreams
Speckled Dreams
I dream speckles of dust Glimmer of snow Lightly falling to carpet my soul I dream icicle winds Wisps through the clouds Like xylophone crystals The sparkle of sounds they fall I dream awakened by silence Frightened by howls That beckon my call The dream is a river flowing inside me A beautiful blanket of shimmering gold
beatriZ . 12/11/11