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In My Dreams: A Poem
Can you hear the silent murmurings of my heart,
That keep in time the rhythm of my dreams,
As I inhale the beauty of this world,
And exhale the fantasies of my creation?
Drowning out doubt, I hold onto faith,
An anchor through the storms of negativity,
A light peeking through the darkness,
A silver lining in a rainstorm cloud,
Like flowers blooming from a hardened earth,
Hope is a buoy for my troubled soul,
Keeping me afloat through waves of fury,
And peaceful throughout clustered clouds of calamity.