Sweet Dreams
The sweetest of dreams
invelop the mind,
drifinting down the river
of a mystical dream scape.
A mixture of irridescent colors
delight the eyes;
soothing and peaceful,
restful sleep.
Sweet Dreams
The sweetest of dreams
invelop the mind,
drifinting down the river
of a mystical dream scape.
A mixture of irridescent colors
delight the eyes;
soothing and peaceful,
restful sleep.
A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. It finds the thought and the thought finds the words.
Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.
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