The Beauty of Dreams

In silent nights where echoes fade,
Dreams take flight on stars arrayed.
Soft as whispers, bright as flame,
They weave through time, yet stay the same.

They paint the sky with hues unknown,
A world where seeds of wonder’ve grown.
Mountains rise where none had stood,
Rivers sing through ancient wood.

A fleeting touch, a boundless flight,
A whispered wish in silver light.
Through endless doors, the dreamer strides,
Where hope and magic walk as guides.

No chains can bind, no walls contain,
The realms of thought where dreamers reign.
For in their glow, the heart is free;
A glimpse of all we’re meant to be.

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