Dreams are but fleeting visions of desires that will never be.
Just as the passing beauty of a rose does not last,
So, too, many dreams bloom and wither in naught but a mere moment,
Born and killed within the confines of blissful sleep.
But to dream for all eternity,
Never to know the waking to a harsh reality.....
Would that I could sleep forever.
Wednesday, May 09, 2007
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