A dream that lasts forever

is but a puff of wind

along the lonely fields of wheat

lost on the worlds grind stone

It lasts forever,

Forever is as a second

never finding it’s tick

passing by quick & sluggish

Like love it retires,

over sleeping heads

which encourage the awake

but in truth,

this is all but a dream.

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