A Poet's Dying Breath
Thursday, May 3, 2012
Dreams
Dreams,
Sweet imagination.
What Morpheus gives
Hypnos keeps.
So we return
To the thief in the night
And his spell-casting son
For who can stray
From what we cannot escape?
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